What did Louise Bogan mean by: Song, like a wing, tears through my breast, my side, And madness chooses out my voice again, Again. - Louise Bogan Poet · USA Copy
+ The measured blood beats out the year’s delay. Feraz Zeid, August 1, 2023December 12, 2023, Louise Bogan, Autumn, Blood, 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
+ 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
+ O remember In your narrowing dark hours That more things move Than blood in the heart. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Louise Bogan, Dark, Heart, 0 - Louise Bogan Poet · USA
+ I’ll lie here and learn How, over their ground, Trees make a long shadow And a light sound. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Louise Bogan, Light, Lying, 0 - Louise Bogan Poet · USA
+ The women rest their tired half-healed hearts; they are almost well. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Louise Bogan, Health, Heart, Tired, 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
+ 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
Oh God, if you want women to never again raise their voices, then create an adult man! - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Shuttered like a fan no-one suspects your shoulder blades of wings. - Jeanette Winterson Author · England
Sadat provides an important, insistent voice for continued advancement in peace and social justice. - Jehan Sadat
Voice is not just the sound that comes from your throat, but the feelings that come from your words. - Jennifer Donnelly Author
I wanted only a familiar voice, someone who knew me. Not some earlier, larval version of myself. . . - Jennifer Haigh Author
Are we just going to be a crowd of voices, or are we going to be a crowd of hands? - Jennifer Pahlka Innovator
