I came here, being stricken, stumbling out …
Louise Bogan
This youth too long has heard the break …
You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth, …
To me, one silly task is like another. …
She has attained the permanence …
I …
When beauty breaks and falls asunder …
Now that I know …
I do not know where either of us can turn …
I had come to the house, in a cave of trees, …
My voice, not being proud …
She has no need to fear the fall …
Love me because I am lost; …
Now that I have your face by heart, I look …
Since you would claim the sources of my thought …
Here, in the withered arbor, like the arrested wind, …
I burned my life, that I might find …
The dark is thrown …
Women have no wilderness in them, …
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten. …