Louise Bogan

(August 11, 1897 – February 4, 1970 / Maine)

Chanson Un Peu Naïve - Poem by Louise Bogan

What body can be ploughed,
Sown, and broken yearly?
But she would not die, she vowed,
But she has, nearly.
Sing, heart sing;
Call and carol clearly.

And, since she could not die,
Care would be a feather,
A film over the eye
Of two that lie together.
Fly, song, fly,
Break your little tether.

So from strength concealed
She makes her pretty boast:
Plain is a furrow healed
And she may love you most.
Cry, song, cry,
And hear your crying lost.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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