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;
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.
- More on Bogan and sources for pics: The Poetry Foundations, Wiki, Poets.org, Poetry Mountain (source of poem).
My impressions & thoughts:
Mystical but earthly intuitions. Grounded and inspiring.