Dinesh's photos with the keyword: Louise Bogan

Now that I know That passion warms little Of flesh in the mold, And treasure is brittle, I’ll lie here and learn How, over their ground, Trees make a long shadow And a light sound. ~ Louise Bogan (1922)

.................................. Twigs show again in the quick cleavage of season and season. The elders sag over the powdery road-bank, As though they bore, and it were too much, The seed of the year beyond the year. Excerpt: "Elders" ~ Louise Bogan

You are made of almost nothing But of enough To be great eyes And diaphanous double vans; To be ceaseless movement, Unending hunger Grappling love. Link between water and air Earth repels you. Light touches you only to shift into iridescence Upon your body of wings. Twice born predator, You split into the heat. Swift beyond calculation or capture You dart into shadow Which consumes you. You rocket into the day. But at last, when wind flattens the grass, For you, the design and purpose stop. And you fall With the other husks of summer. “The Dragonfly” ~ Louise Bogan

You are made of almost nothing But of enough To be great eyes And diaphanous double vans; To be ceaseless movement, Unending hunger Grappling love. Link between water and air Earth repels you. Light touches you only to shift into iridescence Upon your body of wings. Twice born predator, You split into the heat. Swift beyond calculation or capture You dart into shadow Which consumes you. You rocket into the day. But at last, when wind flattens the grass, For you, the design and purpose stop. And you fall With the other husks of summer. “The Dragonfly” ~ Louise Bogan youtu.be/uiGn-Hdd6W4?si=WnBc_GI2kQTBJbDK