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

The art of one period cannot be approached through the attitudes (emotional or intellectual) of another. — Louise Bogan

At midnight tears
Run into your ears. — Louise Bogan

The fact, and the intuition or logic about the fact, are severe coordinates in fiction. In the short story they must cross with hair-line precision. — Louise Bogan

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

O God, in the dream the terrible horse began
To paw at the air, and make for me with his blows. — Louise Bogan

Poetry is often generations in advance of the thought of its time. — Louise Bogan

What we suffer, what we endure, what we muff, what we kill, what we miss, what we are guilty of, is done by us, as individuals, in private. — 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! — Louise Bogan

The measured blood beats out the year's delay. — Louise Bogan

Pasture, stone wall, and steeple,
What most perturbs the mind:
The heart-rending homely people,
Or the horrible beautiful kind? — Louise Bogan

I have lost faith in universal panaceas - work is the one thing in which I really believe. — Louise Bogan

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

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

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

The terrible beast, that no one may understand,
Came to my side, and put down his head in love. — 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. — Louise Bogan

The women rest their tired half-healed hearts; they are almost
well. — Louise Bogan

Perhaps this very instant is your time. — Louise Bogan

A thousand kindnesses do not make up for a thousand blows. — Louise Bogan

All art, in spite of the struggles of some critics to prove otherwise, is based on emotion and projects emotion. — Louise Bogan

It is almost impossible for the poetess, once laurelled, to take off the crown for good or to reject values and taste of those who tender it. — Louise Bogan

You need some place to work in. That's the door half open. — Louise Bogan

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

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

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

Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity. — Louise Bogan

O fortunate bride, who never again will become elated after
childbirth!
O lucky older wife, who has been cured of feeling unwanted! — Louise Bogan

It is through the acceptance of a variety of aethetic and intellectual points of view that a culture is given breadth and density. — Louise Bogan

Once form has been smashed, it has been smashed for good, and once a forbidden subject has been released, it has been released for good. — Louise Bogan

True revolutions in art restore more than they destroy. — Louise Bogan

Goodbye, goodbye!
There was so much to love, I could not love it all;
I could not love it enough. — Louise Bogan

I don't like quintessential certitude. — Louise Bogan

Politics are nothing but sand and gravel: it is art and life that feed us until we die. Everything else is ambition, hysteria or hatred. — Louise Bogan

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

Schubert Impromptus that Louise Bogan gave me - Opus 90 and Opus 142, Gieseking. — May Sarton

Song, like a wing, tears through my breast, my side,
And madness chooses out my voice again,
Again. — Louise Bogan