Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARIE, by LOLA RIDGE Poet's Biography First Line: Marie's face is a weathered sign Last Line: That flares about its place. Alternate Author Name(s): Lawson, David, Mrs. | ||||||||
Marie's face is a weathered sign To the palace of gliding cars Over the bend where the trolley dips: A dime for a wired rose, Nickel-a-ride to the zig-zag stars, And then men in elephant clothes, That feed you on cardboard ships, And the sea-floats so fine! - Like a green and gorgeous bubble God blew out of his lips. When Marie carries down the stair The ritual of her face, Your greeting takes her unaware, And her glance is timid-bold As a dog's unsure of its place. With that hair, of the rubbed-off gold Of a wedding-rine worn to a thread, In a halo about the head, And those luminous eyes in their rims of paint, She looks like a bedizened saint. But when the worn moon, like a face still beautiful, Wavers above the Battery, And light comes in, mauve-gray, Squeezing through shutters of furnished rooms Till only corners hold spots of darkness - As a tablecloth its purple stains When a festival is ended - Then Marie creeps into the house. The paint is lonesome on her cheek. The paint is gone from off her mouth That curls back loosely away from her teeth She pushes slackly at the dawn That crawls upon the yellow blind, And enters like an aimless moth Whose dim wings hover and alight Upon the blurred face of the clock, Or on the pallor of her feet - Or anything that's white. Until dispersed upon the sheet, All limp, her waxen body lies In its delinquent grace, Like a warm bent candle That flares about its place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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