Louise Bogan

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

The Dream - Poem by Louise Bogan

O God, in the dream the terrible horse began
To paw at the air, and make for me with his blows,
Fear kept for thirty-five years poured through his mane,
And retribution equally old, or nearly, breathed through his nose.

Coward complete, I lay and wept on the ground
When some strong creature appeared, and leapt for the rein.
Another woman, as I lay half in a swound
Leapt in the air, and clutched at the leather and chain.

Give him, she said, something of yours as a charm.
Throw him, she said, some poor thing you alone claim.
No, no, I cried, he hates me; he is out for harm,
And whether I yield or not, it is all the same.

But, like a lion in a legend, when I flung the glove
Pulled from my sweating, my cold right hand;
The terrible beast, that no one may understand,
Came to my side, and put down his head in love.

Topic(s) of this poem: dream

Comments about The Dream by Louise Bogan

  • Rookie - 0 Points Olivera Popovic (7/15/2015 3:57:00 AM)

    Does anyone know when this poem was written / published? (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 39,259 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/18/2015 7:48:00 AM)

    An interesting poem and the story of fear in dreams about the terrible horse. Though may be the entire episode a poetic imagination it felt so fantastic imagination in the poetry. likes. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,921 Points John Richter (5/18/2015 7:31:00 AM)

    Odd that this poem has become the Poem of the day, brought to our attention by fate... As I look through the other comments below I see my own name... Funny though. Perhaps it is my age, memory slipping, too many things on my mind maybe. Because while reading the poem I did not recognize it, except for the nagging feeling that this poet has completely enraptured my heart and soul.... If nothing more it certainly convinces me that my own love for poetry is certainly consistent... And that I love Louise Bogan... (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,692 Points Naida Nepascua Supnet (5/18/2015 4:07:00 AM)

    I like the last line.
    It implies how a can be tamed with a touch of a hand. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,922 Points Edgar Stevens (5/18/2015 3:51:00 AM)

    it is a fantastic poem for sure (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,921 Points John Richter (3/2/2015 6:57:00 AM)

    I read another of Louise's poems today, 'Dead Lover.' Now after reading a few more of her pieces I've decided she is going into my 'favorite poets' list. When I am down and unable to write, or through depression thinking of myself as useless, my own poetry nothing but trash, I go to my list and read the poetry of those who I think write so beautifully. And it inspires me, again. And again. I think Louise will be endless inspiratin for me. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mary Grant (5/1/2010 5:15:00 PM)

    The use of words in this poem is fantastic. Louise Bogan captured the reader by describing the fear that was felt from this horse. When she says 'Fear kept thirty-five years poured through his mane' it helps the reader fully understand the basis of this dream. Obviously the horse symbolizes the dreamer's fear of anything in their life. I was very drawn into this poem. (Report) Reply

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Read poems about / on: horse, woman, dream, fear, alone, god, hate, women

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 18, 2014

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