SundayAug 03, 2025
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Louise Bogan (August 11, 1897 - 1970) was an American poet who felt that “lyric poetry if it is at all authentic…is based on some emotion—on some occasion, on some real confrontation.”
Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To eat dusty bread.
The cold remote islands And the blue estuaries Where what breathes, breathes The restless wind of the inlets, And what drinks, drinks The incoming tide.
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!
Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air Reach to its rest, and fall.
O remember In your narrowing dark hours That more things move Than blood in the heart.
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