The Lovers’ Chronicle 11 August – fallen – verse by Louise Bogan

11 August 2023 By Rhett 0 In Love, Poems, Quotes, Random, Songs

Dear Zazie, Hey Z, hope your day is goin’ well. Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Does it feel so right to be alone? Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

still pickin’ up my pen and writin’
sometimes well, sometimes not
but always well intended
some things do not change

but one thing has

the veil has lifted
the epitaph
can be rewritten

you are here
and i have fallen

and i am not vacant
and i am not alone

dream a little dream…

your voice

your laugh

your energy

seems i am discoverin’

the many ways i miss you

“Why didn’t you call me?”

i wanted to

it was never you

it was that i was

too considerate

that i could not believe

so, that is why i am here

i realize

i need someone real,

who is as much into

me, as i them

“I have been made to bloom

by the enormous love-making

of a Renaissance cowboy, poet,

Viking body builder. He is large

and he writes small verse. We

have indulged in such antics

as I have never experienced.

I hope that one or two verses

will come out of this tumbling.”

thanks Karen…

verse lifts the veil

from the hidden

so we have

what we have here

sometimes well done

sometimes not

but always

well intended

sometimes

of hope and such

sometimes not

sometimes

a song, or a word

a memory, or a picture

a dream, or a feelin’

reminds me of you

and i fall

alone

i have fallen
many times;
high school crushes,
college romances,
and down the aisle

i have fallen
for a moment
and for a smile

i have fallen
at the most
inopportune times
when i could not afford to
when it was the last thing i needed

i have fallen
for muses,
for friends,
for strangers,
for visions,
and for the one…
for years

but i believe
now, an epitaph
can be written
for the fallen

Vacant And Alone

They all go into the dark
The sea lifts and falls
The moon goes on
And the vacant go into the vacant

Shelley wrote:

‘Poetry lifts the veil
From the hidden beauty of the world
And makes familiar objects be
As if they were not familiar’

So I pick up my pen and write
Sometimes well, sometimes not
But always well intended
And the veil lifts

But then somethin’ turns
Sometimes of a sudden
Sometimes gradually
And I go into the dark

Perhaps a song, or a word
Or a memory, or a picture
Or a dream, or a feelin’
Brings you back

And I know you are gone
And you are not comin’ back
And I am vacant
And alone

The Song of the Day is – The Music – “Alone” – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeeybrhCVcI we do not own the rights to this song.

Louise Bogan

Today is the birthday of Louise Bogan (Livermore Falls, Maine; August 11, 1897 – February 4, 1970 New York City); poet. She was appointed the fourth Poet Laureate to the Library of Congress in 1945. As poetry editor of The New Yorker magazine for nearly 40 years, Bogan played a major role in shaping mainstream poetic sensibilities of the mid-20th Century.

Bogan married twice. In 1916 she married a soldier, Curt Alexander, but the couple separated before Alexander’s death in 1920. She was married to poet Raymond Holden from July 10, 1925 to 1937.

In the 1930s, she had a brief, raucous affair with the poet Theodore Roethke. In a letter to a friend, she wrote: “I, myself, have been made to bloom like a Persian rose-bush, by the enormous love-making of a cross between a Brandenburger and a Pomeranian, one Theodore Roethke by name. He is very, very large (6 ft. 2 and weighing 218 lbs.) and he writes very, very small lyrics. 26 years old and a frightful tank. We have poured rivers of liquor down our throats, these last three days, and, in between, have indulged in such bearish and St. Bernardish antics as I have never before experienced. … Well! Such goings-on! A woman of my age! […] I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling about.” They remained dear friends after the affair ended.

Verse

The dark is thrown
Back from the brightness, like hair
Cast over a shoulder.
I am alone

You have been dead a long season
And have less than desire
Who were lover with lover;
And I have life—that old reason
To wait for what comes,
To leave what is over.

Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.

Now that I have your face by heart, I look
Less at its features than its darkening frame

Mac Tag

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, the vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant. – T.S. Eliot

And the sea lifts and falls all night, the moon goes on through the unattached heavens alone. – Robert Bly

……without taking your eyes off him, or walking away. – Annie Dillard

This sickness, to express oneself. What is it? – Jean Cocteau

Much of our lives involves the word ‘no.’ In school we are mostly told, ‘Don’t do it this way. Do it that way. But art is the big yes. In art, you get a chance to make something where there was nothing. – Marvin Bell

If your head tells you one thing and your heart tells you another, before you do anything, you should first decide whether you have a better head or a better heart. – Marilyn vos Savant

I need someone real, who will be right for me now, here, and soon. Until then I’m lost. I think I am mad at times. – Sylvia Plath

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