No more pronouncements on lousy verse. No more hidden competition. No more struggling not to be a square. Louise Bogan More Quotes by Louise Bogan More Quotes From Louise Bogan ... how much of our inner substance is it good for us to give to public griefs? The whole modern tendency to agonize over the suffering of the entire globe is surely something new. Louise Bogan grief suffering giving I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around. Louise Bogan tumbling immortal two The terrible beast, that no one may understand, Louise Bogan beast sides may 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 crowns taste impossible At midnight tears Run into your ears. Louise Bogan midnight tears running O remember In your narrowing dark hours That more things move Than blood in the heart. Louise Bogan dark heart moving 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 cells hot heart I don't like quintessential certitude. Louise Bogan quintessential certitude certain 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 forbidden subjects form The art of one period cannot be approached through the attitudes (emotional or intellectual) of another. Louise Bogan emotional attitude art But is there any reason to believe that a woman's spiritual fibre is less sturdy than a man's? Is it not possible for a woman to come to terms with herself if not with the world; to withdraw more and more, as time goes on, her own personality from her productions; to stop childish fears of death and eschew charming rebellions against facts? Louise Bogan spiritual men believe O fortunate bride, who never again will become elated after Louise Bogan wife lucky feelings All art, in spite of the struggles of some critics to prove otherwise, is based on emotion and projects emotion. Louise Bogan emotion struggle art O God, in the dream the terrible horse began Louise Bogan horse blow dream The measured blood beats out the year's delay. Louise Bogan autumn blood years Song, like a wing, tears through my breast, my side, Louise Bogan voice wings song True revolutions in art restore more than they destroy. Louise Bogan revolution art But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell. Louise Bogan childhood hell children The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie. Louise Bogan flower class order 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. Louise Bogan hate choices joy
