
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 found unmysterious flesh—
Not the mind’s avid substance—still
Passionate beyond the will.
Louise Bogan (1897 – 1970) was an American poet and literary critic who served as poetry critic for The New Yorker from 1931 until 1969. She was appointed the fourth Poet Laureate to the Library of Congress in 1945, the first woman to hold the position.
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