Who is Louise Bogan

Louise Bogan (August 11, 1897 – February 4, 1970) was an American poet. She was appointed the fourth Poet Laureate to the Library of Congress in 1945, and was the first woman to hold this title. Throughout her life she wrote poetry, fiction, and criticism, and became the regular poetry reviewer for The New Yorker.Dictionary of Literary Biography contributor Brett C. Millier described her as "one of the finest lyric poets America has produced." He said, "the fact that she was a woman and that she defended formal, lyric poetry in an age of expansive experimentation made evaluation of her work, until quite recently, somewhat condescending."

Early life

Bogan was born in Livermore Falls, Maine. With the help of a female benefactor, Bogan attended Girls' Latin School ...
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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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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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Closetprofessor: "i cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!" -louise bogan
Sophiehigginsh1: sophies philosophical corner i cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering: surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy! louise bogan, homage to the artist way
Soli_gm: leave-taking by louise bogan "whether we turn to the dark or to the kiss of another; let us know this for leave-taking, that i may not be heavy upon you, that you may blind me no more"
Triohousepress: congratulations to louise bogan award winner states of arousal by sunshine o'donell
Consertum: within the month black fruit breaks from white flower. the black-wheeled berries turn weighing the boughs over the road. there is no harvest. louise bogan / elders 1
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