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THE
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Louise Bogan | |
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I burned my life, that I might find A passion wholly of the mind, Thought divorced from eye and bone, Ecstasy come to breath alone. I broke my life, to seek relief From the flawed light of love and grief. |
With mounting beat the utter fire Charred existence and desire. It died low, ceased its sudden thresh. I had found unmysterious flesh -- Not the mind's avid substance -- still Passionate beyond the will. |
From The Blue Estuaries: poems 1923-1968, Louise Bogan (Noonday Press, 1995).
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Poem Copyright © 1968, Louise Bogan.