The Tidings (Easter 1916)
Censored lies that mimic truth... Censored truth as pale as fear... My heart is like a rousing bell - And but the dead to hear... My heart is like a mother bird, Circling ever higher, And the nest-tree rimmed about By a forest fire... My heart is like a lover foiled By a broken stair - They are fighting to-night in Sackville Street, And I am not there!
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"Censored lies that mimic truth......"
Exploring the themes of classic, Lola Ridge delivers a powerful performance in "The Tidings (Easter 1916)"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...