But it's silly to suggest the writing of poetry is something ethereal, a sort of soul-crashing, devastating emotional experience that wrings you. I have no fancy ideas about poetry. ... It doesn't come to you on the wings of a… — Louise Bogan Copy Share Image
... how much of our inner substance is it good for us to give to public griefs? The whole modern tendency to agonize over… — Louise Bogan Copy Share Image
No more pronouncements on lousy verse. No more hidden competition. No more struggling not to be a square. — Louise Bogan Copy Share Image
“You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth, You have said my name as a prayer. Here where trees are planted… — Louise Bogan Copy Share Image
The art of one period cannot be approached through the attitudes (emotional or intellectual) of another. — Louise Bogan Copy Share Image
“Leave-Taking" I do not know where either of us can turn Just at first, waking from the sleep of each other. I do not know how we can bear The river struck by the gold plummet of the moon, Or many trees shaken together in the darkness. We shall wish not to be alone And that love were not dispersed… — Louise Bogan Copy Share
But is there any reason to believe that a woman's spiritual fibre is less sturdy than a man's? Is it not possible for a… — Louise Bogan Copy Share Image
“Slipping in blood, by his own hand, through pride, Hamlet, Othello, Coriolanus fall. Upon his bed, however, Shakespeare die, Having endured them all.” — Louise Bogan Copy Share Image
