Now that I know
How passion warms little
Of flesh in the mould,
And treasure is brittle,--

I'll lie here and learn
How, over their ground
Trees make a long shadow
And a light sound.

(C) Louise Bogan
03/05/2017


Best Poems of Louise Bogan

• Chanson Un Peu Naà¯ve
• Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom
• The Alchemist
• Medusa
• The Dream
• Tears In Sleep
• Solitary Observation Brought Back From A Sojourn In Hell
• Portrait
• The Frightened Man
• Words For Departure
• Cassandra
• Knowledge
• Betrothed
• Man Alone
• Roman Fountain
• The Crossed Apple
• Sonnet
• Statue And Birds
• Women
• To Be Sung On The Water