Louise Bogan
Louise Bogan
Louise Boganwas an American poet. She was appointed the fourth Poet Laureate to the Library of Congress in 1945...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth11 August 1897
CountryUnited States of America
dream horse blow
O God, in the dream the terrible horse began To paw at the air, and make for me with his blows.
art achievement feelings
Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them.
two tumbling immortal
I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.
flower order class
The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie.
running tears ears
At midnight tears Run into your ears.
moving heart dark
O remember In your narrowing dark hours That more things move Than blood in the heart.
childhood hell
But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.
certain quintessential certitude
I don't like quintessential certitude.
form forbidden subjects
Once form has been smashed, it has been smashed for good, and once a forbidden subject has been released, it has been released for good.
spiritual believe men
But is there any reason to believe that a woman's spiritual fibre is less sturdy than a man's? Is it not possible for a woman to come to terms with herself if not with the world; to withdraw more and more, as time goes on, her own personality from her productions; to stop childish fears of death and eschew charming rebellions against facts?
strong real men
Intellectuals range through the finest gradations of kind and quality: from those who are merely educated neurotics, usually with strong hidden reactionary tendencies, through mediocrities of all kinds, to men of real brains and sensibility, more or less stiffened into various respectabilities or substitutes for respectability. The number of Ignorant Specialists is large. The number of hysterics and compulsives is also large.
reality poetry lovely
The poem is always the last resort. In it the poet makes a world in little, and finds peace, even though, under complete focused emotion, the evocation be far more bitter than reality, or far more lovely.
life writing poetry
It is not possible, for a poet, writing in any language, to protect himself from the tragic elements in human life.... [ellipsis in source] Illness, old age, and death--subjects as ancient as humanity--these are the subjects that the poet must speak of very nearly from the first moment that he begins to speak.
sides may beast
The terrible beast, that no one may understand, Came to my side, and put down his head in love.