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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  • Luckyerica3: leave taking by louise bogan. i do not know where either of us can turn just at first, waking from the sleep of each other. i do not know how we can bear the river struck by the gold plummet of the moon, or many trees shaken together in the darkness /1
  • Nicie_panetta: louise bogan on young writers: “they intoxicate themselves with words.”
  • Gbclarkson: epitaph for a romantic woman by louise bogan she has attained the permanence she dreamed of, where old stones lie sunning. untended stalks blow over her even and swift, like young men running. always in the heart she loved others had lived,—she heard their laughter. ... 1/2
  • Gbclarkson: i burned my life, that i might find a passion wholly of the mind, thought divorced from eye and bone, ecstasy come to breath alone. i broke my life, to seek relief from the flawed light of love and grief. --louise bogan, the alchemist
  • Boiarski: great native poets should be part of the program. poetry was one of the first arts and as louise bogan said, “poetry is not just a way of saying things, it’s also a way of seeing things.”
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Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko
 by John Keats

Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.

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