Louise Bogan

Born: August 11, 1897

Die: February 4, 1970

Occupation: Poet

Quotes of Louise Bogan

Louise Bogan

...in a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.

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Louise Bogan

At midnight tears Run into your ears.

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Louise Bogan

I don't like quintessential certitude.

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Louise Bogan

Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air Reach to its rest, and fall.

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Louise Bogan

I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!

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Louise Bogan

No more pronouncements on lousy verse. No more hidden competition. No more struggling not to be a square.

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Louise Bogan

Perhaps this very instant is your time.

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Louise Bogan

Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier.

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Louise Bogan

Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.

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Louise Bogan

Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them.

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Louise Bogan

But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.

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Louise Bogan

The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie.

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Louise Bogan

Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.

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Louise Bogan

Women have no wilderness in them They are provident instead Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To eat dusty bread.

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Louise Bogan

I'll lie here and learn How, over their ground, Trees make a long shadow And a light sound.

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Louise Bogan

True revolutions in art restore more than they destroy.

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Louise Bogan

O remember In your narrowing dark hours That more things move Than blood in the heart.

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Louise Bogan

The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?

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Louise Bogan

I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.

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“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”

― Dr. Seuss