Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air Reach to its rest, and fall.
Louise BoganBut it's silly to suggest the writing of poetry is something ethereal, a sort of soul-crashing, devastating emotional experience that wrings you. I have no fancy ideas about poetry. ... It doesn't come to you on the wings of a dove. It's something you have to work hard at.
Louise Bogan