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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
Age: 72 †
Born: 1897
Born: August 11
Died: 1970
Died: February 4
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Literary Critic
Poet
Short Story Writer
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Maine
United States
Louise Mary Bogan
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Poetry is often generations in advance of the thought of its time.
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Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.
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The measured blood beats out the year's delay.
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But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.
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But it's silly to suggest the writing of poetry is something ethereal, a sort of soul-crashing, devastating emotional experience that wrings you. I have no fancy ideas about poetry. ... It doesn't come to you on the wings of a dove. It's something you have to work hard at.
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Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.
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Song, like a wing, tears through my breast, my side, And madness chooses out my voice again, Again.
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Hate does not present many choices if hate is your solution, you are fairly certain to hate all phemonena with equal joy and intensity, without troubling to drag into prominence any one feature from the loathsome whole.
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