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1873–1941

THE WOMAN WITH JEWELS

Lola Ridge

The woman with jewels sits in the cafe, Spraying light like a fountain. Diamonds glitter on her bulbous fingers And on her arms, great as thighs,

Diamonds gush from her ear-lobes over the goitrous throat. She is obesely beautiful. Her eyes are full of bleared lights, Like little pools of tar, spilled by a sailor in mad haste for shore...

And her mouth is scarlet and full — only a little crumpled — like a flower that has been pressed apart...

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