What did Louise Bogan mean by: O remember In your narrowing dark hours That more things move Than blood in the heart. - Louise Bogan Poet · USA Copy
+ Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Louise Bogan, Agony, Marble, 0 - Louise Bogan Poet · USA
+ A thousand kindnesses do not make up for a thousand blows. Feraz Zeid, June 19, 2023December 12, 2023, Louise Bogan, Abuse, Blow, Kindness, 0 - Louise Bogan Poet · USA
+ The terrible beast, that no one may understand, Came to my side, and put down his head in love. Feraz Zeid, January 14, 2024January 14, 2024, Louise Bogan, Beast, Sides, 0 - Louise Bogan Poet · USA
+ Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity. Feraz Zeid, June 17, 2023December 12, 2023, Louise Bogan, Evil, Stupid, Stupidity, 0 - Louise Bogan Poet · USA
+ Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air Reach to its rest, and fall. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Louise Bogan, Air, Water, 0 - Louise Bogan Poet · USA
+ Poetry is often generations in advance of the thought of its time. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Louise Bogan, Generations, Poetry, 0 - Louise Bogan Poet · USA
+ Song, like a wing, tears through my breast, my side, And madness chooses out my voice again, Again. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Louise Bogan, Voice, Wings, 0 - Louise Bogan Poet · USA
+ Perhaps this very instant is your time. Feraz Zeid, June 25, 2023December 12, 2023, Louise Bogan, Instant, 0 - Louise Bogan Poet · USA
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
