Leave-Taking (Louise Bogan Poems)
I do not know where either of us can turnJust at first, waking from the sleep of each other.I do ...
I do not know where either of us can turnJust at first, waking from the sleep of each other.I do ...
Here, in the withered arbor, like the arrested wind,Straight sides, carven knees,Stands the statue, with hands flung out in alarmOr ...
What body can be ploughed,Sown, and broken yearly?But she would not die, she vowed,But she has, nearly.Sing, heart sing;Call and ...
To me, one silly task is like another.I bare the shambling tricks of lust and pride.This flesh will never give ...
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten. When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements, The window-sills were wet ...
I burned my life, that I may find A passion wholly of the mind, Thought divorced from eye and bone ...
I've come to give you fruit from out my orchard, Of wide report. I have trees there that bear me ...
O God, in the dream the terrible horse began To paw at the air, and make for me with his ...
In fear of the rich mouth I kissed the thin,-- Even that was a trap To snare me in. Even ...
Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To ...
Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air, Reach to its rest, ...
At midnight tears Run in your ears. (Louise Bogan)
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince ...
Since you would claim the sources of my thought Recall the meshes whence it sprang unlimed, The reedy traps which ...
All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day, And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's ...
I had come to the house, in a cave of trees, Facing a sheer sky. Everything moved, -- a bell ...
Men loved wholly beyond wisdom Have the staff without the banner. Like a fire in a dry thicket Rising within ...
She has no need to fear the fall Of harvest from the laddered reach Of orchards, nor the tide gone ...
Come, let us tell the weeds in ditches How we are poor, who once had riches, And lie out in ...
What body can be ploughed, Sown, and broken yearly? But she would not die, she vowed, But she has, nearly. ...
This youth too long has heard the break Of waters in a land of change. He goes to see what ...
She has attained the permanence She dreamed of, where old stones lie sunning. Untended stalks blow over her Even and ...
Now that I know How passion warms little Of flesh in the mould, And treasure is brittle,-- I'll lie here ...
It is yourself you seek In a long rage, Scanning through light and darkness Mirrors, the page, Where should reflected ...
You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth, You have said my name as a prayer. Here ...
When beauty breaks and falls asunder I feel no grief for it, but wonder. When love, like a frail shell, ...
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