Poetry: Louise Bogan

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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.

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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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