Four After Louise Bogan

by Len Krisak (December 2017)
 

The Sunset Belongs to You, Jack Butler Yeats

 

1.

 

I grew the grain of all my love for tithe,

Then watched it mowed by her un-whetted scythe.

 

2.

 

The end of what it was went unforeseen,

As sanguine prescience failed (it often does).

Another man will tell you what she was.

 

3.

 

The body is the shadow’s prison, night

and noon. The captive darkness waits for light,

Abiding either morning, coming soon,

Or else the moment when the spinning earth

Turns one degree into what sun has strewn

About the body everywhere—the bright

Ground shadows lengthen through, for all they’re worth.

 

4.

 

The fountain water gushes till it stops,

Then falls. It is a fluent, spouting speech

That ends in stammering at its utmost reach,

Before its jets have had their say, then drops

To try again, by racing up in gouts,

Eager to entertain the briefest doubts.
 

 

 

The Four Bogan texts:

 

1. Song :
 

Years back I paid my tithe

And earned my salt in kind,

And watched the long slow scythe

Move where the grain is lined, . . .

 

2. The Romantic:

 

This, by your leave, is what she should have been,

Another man will tell you what she was.

3. The Mark:

 

Loosed only when, at noon and night,

Roman Fountain:

 

Up from the bronze, I saw

Water without a flaw

Rush to its rest in air,

Reach to its rest, and fall.

 

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