“The poem is always the last resort. In it the poet makes a world in little, and finds peace, even though, under complete focused emotion, the evocation be far more bitter than reality, or far more lovely.” WorldLittlesRealityLastsPoetryEmotionPoetFocusedLovelyBitterResortsFinding Peace Book:Journey around my room: the autobiography of Louise Bogan : a mosaic Source: Journey around my room: the autobiography of Louise Bogan : a mosaic
“It is not possible, for a poet, writing in any language, to protect himself from the tragic elements in human life.... [ellipsis in source] Illness, old age, and death--subjects as ancient as humanity--these are the subjects that the poet must speak of very nearly from the first moment that he begins to speak.” LifeWritingFirstsHumansMomentsAgePoetryHumanitySpeakLanguageSubjectsPoetSourceProtectElementsTragedyAncientIllnessOld AgeHuman LifeTragic Author:Louise Bogan
“Song, like a wing, tears through my breast, my side, And madness chooses out my voice again, Again.” PoetrySongSidesVoiceTearsPoetMadnessWingsBreasts Book:Poems and new poems Source: Poems and new poems
