Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
A Song From A Sandhill
Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly—The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky:Each drooping frond of pine has got a jewel at its tip—First a..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
A Song From A Sandhill
Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly—The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky:Each drooping frond of pine has got a jewel at its tip—First a..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Zone
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..
© Louise Bogan
To Be Sung On The Water
Beautiful, my delight,Pass, as we pass the wave.Pass, as the mottled nightLeaves what it cannot save,Scattering dark and bright.Beautiful, pass and..
© Louise Bogan
Statue And Birds
Here, in the withered arbor, like the arrested wind,Straight sides, carven knees,Stands the statue, with hands flung out in alarmOr..
© Louise Bogan
Cassandra
To me, one silly task is like another.I bare the shambling tricks of lust and pride.This flesh will never give a child its mother,—Song, like a wing..
© Louise Bogan
Words For Departure
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten.When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements,The window-sills were wet from rain in the..
© Louise Bogan
Leave-Taking
I do not know where either of us can turnJust at first, waking from the sleep of each other.I do not know how we can bearThe river struck by the gold..
© Louise Bogan
Solitary Observation Brought Back From A Sojourn In Hell
At midnight tearsRun in your ears.
© Louise Bogan
Chanson Un Peu Naïve
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..
© Louise Bogan
A Tale
This youth too long has heard the breakOf waters in a land of change.He goes to see what suns can makeFrom soil more indurate and strange.He cuts..
© Louise Bogan
Betrothed
You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth,You have said my name as a prayer.Here where trees are planted by the waterI have watched your..
© Louise Bogan
Sonnet
Since you would claim the sources of my thoughtRecall the meshes whence it sprang unlimed,The reedy traps which other hands have timesTo close upon..
© Louise Bogan
Juan's Song
When beauty breaks and falls asunderI feel no grief for it, but wonder.When love, like a frail shell, lies broken,I keep no chip of it for token.I..
© Louise Bogan
The Frightened Man
In fear of the rich mouthI kissed the thin,--Even that was a trapTo snare me in.Even she, so longThe frail, the scentless,Is become strong,And proves..
© Louise Bogan
Epitaph For A Romantic Woman
She has attained the permanenceShe dreamed of, where old stones lie sunning.Untended stalks blow over herEven and swift, like young men..
© Louise Bogan
Women
Women have no wilderness in them,They are provident instead,Content in the tight hot cell of their heartsTo eat dusty bread.They do not see cattle..
© Louise Bogan
The Alchemist
I burned my life, that I might findA passion wholly of the mind,Thought divorced from eye and bone,Ecstasy come to breath alone.I broke my life, to..
© Louise Bogan
Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom
Men loved wholly beyond wisdomHave the staff without the banner.Like a fire in a dry thicketRising within women's eyesIs the love men must..
© Louise Bogan
Medusa
I had come to the house, in a cave of trees,Facing a sheer sky.Everything moved, -- a bell hung ready to strike,Sun and reflection wheeled by.When..
© Louise Bogan
Last Hill In A Vista
Come, let us tell the weeds in ditchesHow we are poor, who once had riches,And lie out in the sparse and soddenPastures that the cows have..
© Louise Bogan
Portrait
She has no need to fear the fallOf harvest from the laddered reachOf orchards, nor the tide gone ebbingFrom the steep beach.Nor hold to pain's..
© Louise Bogan
Knowledge
Now that I knowHow passion warms littleOf flesh in the mould,And treasure is brittle,--I'll lie here and learnHow, over their groundTrees make a long..
© Louise Bogan
The Crossed Apple
I’ve come to give you fruit from out my orchard,Of wide report.I have trees there that bear me many apples.Of every sort:Clear, streaked; red and..
© Louise Bogan
Man Alone
It is yourself you seekIn a long rage,Scanning through light and darknessMirrors, the page,Where should reflected beThose eyes and that thick..
© Louise Bogan