Leave-Taking 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. We shall wish not to be alone And… Continue reading Louise Bogan
Goodbye, goodbye! There was so much to love, I could not love it all; I could not love it enough. — Louise Bogan, from “After the Persian,” The Blue Estuaries: Poems: 1923-1968. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux October 31, 1995) Originally published November 1st 1974.
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. —Louise Bogan, “Knowledge,” The Blue Estuaries: Poems: 1923-1968. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux October 31, 1995) Originally published November 1st 1974.… Continue reading Louise Bogan