Louise Bogan Poems
|2.||To Be Sung On The Water||10/24/2013|
|3.||Statue And Birds||4/15/2010|
|5.||Words For Departure||1/13/2003|
|7.||Solitary Observation Brought Back From A Sojourn In Hell||1/3/2003|
|8.||Chanson Un Peu Naïve||1/13/2003|
|12.||The Frightened Man||1/13/2003|
|15.||Epitaph For A Romantic Woman||1/3/2003|
|19.||Song For The Last Act||1/13/2003|
|21.||Tears In Sleep||1/3/2003|
|22.||Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom||1/3/2003|
|24.||To A Dead Lover||4/15/2010|
|25.||Last Hill In A Vista||1/3/2003|
|26.||The Crossed Apple||1/3/2003|
O God, in the dream the terrible horse began
To paw at the air, and make for me with his blows,
Fear kept for thirty-five years poured through his mane,
And retribution equally old, or nearly, breathed through his nose.
Coward complete, I lay and wept on the ground
When some strong creature appeared, and leapt for the rein.
Another woman, as I lay half in a swound
Leapt in the air, and clutched at the leather and chain.
Give him, she said, something of yours as a charm.
Throw him, she said, some poor thing you alone claim.
No, no, I cried, he hates me; ...
Up from the bronze, I saw
Water without a flaw
Rush to its rest in air,
Reach to its rest, and fall.
Bronze of the blackest shade,
An element man-made,
Shaping upright the bare
Clear gouts of water in air.