She has no need to fear the fall
Of harvest from the laddered reach
Of orchards, nor the tide gone ebbing
From the steep beach.
Nor hold to pain's effrontery
Her body's bulwark, stern and savage,
Nor be a glass, where to forsee
Another's ravage.
What she has gathered, and what lost,
She will not find to lose again.
She is possessed by time, who once
Was loved by men.
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Comments1Just read "Portrait" by Louise Bogan for an assignment. Love how she paints such a vivid image with her words. kInda like a painting but with words, u know? Deep tho, especially for a young student like me, makes u think. Bogan sure knows how to make poetry real and relatable. Props to her.