Epitaph for a Romantic Woman

SHE has attained the permanence

She dreamed of, where old stones lie sunning.

Untended stalks blow over her

Even and swift, like young men running.

Always in the heart she loved

Others had lived, -- she heard their laughter.

She lies where none has lain before,

Where certainly none will follow after.

Louise Bogan

Index to poems in the collection by Louise Bogan