Poetry: Louise Bogan


Night (by Louise Bogan)

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;

Where shell and weed
Wait upon the salt wash of the sea,
And the clear nights of stars
Swing their lights westward
To set behind the land;

Where the pulse clinging to the rocks
Renews itself forever;
Where, again on cloudless nights,
The water reflects
The firmament’s partial setting;

—O remember
In your narrowing dark hours
That more things move
Than blood in the heart.


See more poems in Sabio’s Poetry Anthology

About the Poet:

Louise Bogan (1897-1970) was born in Maine and during her youth was moved around on the East Coast, were the sea’s rhythms were part of everyday life. She led a bold and colorful life (read the links). She was the poetry editor of The New Yorker magazine for nearly 40 years.

My impressions & thoughts:

 Mystical but earthly intuitions. Grounded and inspiring.

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