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Portrait by
Louise Bogan
She has no need to fear the fall
Of harvest from the laddered reach
Of orchards, nor the tide gone ebbing
From the steep beach.
Nor hold to pain's effrontery
Her body's bulwark, stern and savage,
Nor be a glass, where to forsee
Another's ravage.
What she has gathered, and what lost,
She will not find to lose again.
She is possessed by time, who once
Was loved by men.
Medusa
By Louise Bogan
I had come to the house, in a cave of trees,
Facing a sheer sky.
Everything moved, -- a bell hung ready to strike,
Sun and reflection wheeled by.
When the bare eyes were before me
And the hissing hair,
Held up at a window, seen through a door.
The stiff bald eyes, the serpents on the forehead
Formed in the air.
This is a dead scene forever now.
Nothing will ever stir.
The end will never brighten it more than this,
Nor the rain blur.
The water will always fall, and will not fall,
And the tipped bell make no sound.
The grass will always be growing for hay
Deep on the ground.
And I shall stand here like a shadow
Under the great balanced day,
My eyes on the yellow dust, that was lifting in the wind,
And does not drift away.
On August 11, 1897 the Bogan family welcomed daughter Louise Bogan into their family. The Bogan family lived in Livermore Falls, Maine. The family moved around a lot. Louise spent a lot of her childhood in working-class hotels. At a very young age Louise was witness to her parents constant fighting. Their rocky relationship made an everlasting impression on Louise. Most of their fighting was caused by her mother’s many affairs.
With the help of a family friend, Louise attended Boston Girls' Latin School for five years. This opportunity allowed her to get into Boston University. In 1916, Louise decided to leave school and get married. She married Curt Alexander, a corporal in the U.S. Army. This marriage was short lived. In 1917 she gave birth to Maidie Alexander. By 1918 she had left her daughter with family and had moved to New York to be a writer. Her husband died in 1920 leaving her a widow. She spent the next few years traveling.
In 1923 she returned to New York and published her first book of poetry “Body of This Death: Poems”. The same year her book was published she met the poet Raymond Holden. The couple had a two year courtship and they married in 1925. Four years later she published her second book “Dark Summer: Poems”, 1929. She was then hired to work for The New Yorker, where she worked for the next thirty-eight years reviewing poetry. Sadly Louise second marriage ended in divorce in 1937. It was around the same time as her divorce, that her third book was published, “Sleeping Fury.”
Louise published on last book of poetry in 1968, “The Blue Estuaries: Poems 1923-1968." In 1969 she retired from her job at the New Yorker. On February 4, 1970 Louise Bogan suffered a fatal heart attack at her home in New York City.
Last Hill in a Vista
By Louise Bogan
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,
The while an autumn night seals down
The comforts of the wooden town.
Come, let us counsel some cold stranger
How we sought safety, but loved danger.
So, with stiff walls about us, we
Chose this more fragile boundary:
Hills, where light poplars, the firm oak,
Loosen into a little smoke.
Thank you all!
Stormy Lady
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The crickets sang their haunting melody
on a quest for romantic rendezvous.
I wish you’d sing that song along with me.
I took you down a forest trail to be
alone, hoping sparks of love would ensue.
The crickets sang their haunting melody.
We built a campfire, and I made my plea,
but you resisted, as a chill wind blew.
I wish you’d sing that song along with me.
The truck got bogged down in the mud, and we
struggled together to push it on through.
The crickets sang their haunting melody.
Try and try as I might to make you see
my love for you is true, you still withdrew.
I wish you’d sing that song along with me.
Who needs riches and fame, when I could be
sharing chocolate marshmallow s’mores with you?
The crickets sang their haunting melody.
I wish you’d sing that song along with me.
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