Here you will find the Poem To The Others of poet Lola Ridge
I see you, refulgent ones, Burning so steadily Like big white arc lights? There are so many of you. I like to watch you weaving - Altogether and with precision Each his ray - Your tracery of light, Making a shining way about America. I note your infinite reactions - In glassware And sequin And puddles And bits of jet - And here and there a diamond? But you do not yet see me, Who am a torch blown along the wind, Flickering to a spark But never out.
