The Alchemist (Louise Bogan Poem)
I burned my life, that I may find A passion wholly of the mind, Thought divorced from eye and bone ...
I burned my life, that I may find A passion wholly of the mind, Thought divorced from eye and bone ...
Men loved wholly beyond wisdom Have the staff without the banner. Like a fire in a dry thicket Rising within ...
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
The surly cop looked out at me in sleep insect-like. Guess, who was the insect. I'd asked him in my ...
Bards freezing, naked, up to the neck in water, wholly in dark, time limited, different from initiations now: the class ...
Go, ill-sped book, and whisper to her or storm out the message for her only ear that she is beautiful. ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?- My friend, ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
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