Louise Bogan

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

Zone - Poem by Louise Bogan

We have struck the regions wherein we are keel or reef.
The wind breaks over us,
And against high sharp angles almost splits into words,
And these are of fear or grief.

Like a ship, we have struck expected latitudes
Of the universe, in March.
Through one short segment’s arch
Of the zodiac’s round
We pass,
Thinking: Now we hear
What we heard last year,
And bear the wind’s rude touch
And its ugly sound
Equally with so much
We have learned how to bear.


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  • Fabrizio Frosini (12/16/2015 6:48:00 AM)


    the rude touch of the wind, along with the other treacheries, disappointments and importunities she and her companion ' have learned how to bear '. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010



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