Who is Louise Bogan

Louise BoganBorn(1897-08-11)August 11, 1897
Livermore Falls, Maine, United StatesDiedFebruary 4, 1970(1970-02-04) (aged 72)
New York City, New York, USOccupationPoet, criticAlma materBoston University Louise Bogan (August 11, 1897 – February 4, 1970) was an American ...
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Louise Bogan Poems

  • Chanson Un Peu Naà¯ve
    What body can be ploughed,
    Sown, and broken yearly?
    But she would not die, she vowed,
    But she has, nearly. ...
  • To A Dead Lover
    The dark is thrown
    Back from the brightness, like hair
    Cast over a shoulder.
    I am alone, ...
  • Man Alone
    It is yourself you seek
    In a long rage,
    Scanning through light and darkness
    Mirrors, the page, ...
  • Cassandra
    To me, one silly task is like another.
    I bare the shambling tricks of lust and pride.
    This flesh will never give a child its mother,â??
    Song, like a wing, tears through my breast, my side, ...
  • Last Hill In A Vista
    Come, let us tell the weeds in ditches
    How we are poor, who once had riches,
    And lie out in the sparse and sodden
    Pastures that the cows have trodden, ...
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Top 10 most used topics by Louise Bogan

Love 8 I Love You 8 Light 7 Long 7 Water 7 Wind 6 Dark 5 Fire 5 Together 5 Never 5

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  • Precizionfit: no man should be shamefaced through his work, to give back to the world a portion of its lost heart. - louise bogan
  • Rabihalameddine: this was the poem of the day five years ago: medusa by louise bogan
  • Rabihalameddine: last year: several voices out of a cloud by louise bogan
  • David_j_higgins: national poetry day: medusa by louise bogan
  • Samanthadunn: “…in a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.” louise bogan
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William Butler Yeats Poem
The Ballad Of Father O'Hart
 by William Butler Yeats

GOOD Father John O'Hart
In penal days rode out
To a Shoneen who had free lands
And his own snipe and trout.
In trust took he John's lands;
Sleiveens were all his race;
And he gave them as dowers to his daughters.
And they married beyond their place.

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