The Poetry Corner

Scandal

By Lola Ridge

Aren't there bigger things to talk about Than a window in Greenwich Village And hyacinths sprouting Like little puce poems out of a sick soul? Some cosmic hearsay - As to whom - it can't be Mars! put the moon - that way.... Or what winds do to canyons Under the tall stars... Or even How that old rou, Neptune, Cranes over his bald-head moons At the twinkling heel of a sky-scraper.