Jay Sokhi

“Come, drunks and drug-takers; come perverts unnerved!
Receive the laurel, given, though late, on merit; to whom
and wherever deserved.

Parochial punks, trimmers, nice people, joiners true-blue,
Get the hell out of the way of the laurel. It is deathless
And it isn't for you.”
― Louise Bogan, The Blue Estuaries

“In the country whereto I go
I shall not see the face of my friend
Nor her hair the color of sunburnt grasses;
Together we shall not find
The land on whose hills bends the new moon
In air traversed of birds.

What have I thought of love?
I have said, "It is beauty and sorrow."
I have thought that it would bring me lost delights, and splendor
As a wind out of old time . . .

But there is only the evening here,
And the sound of willows
Now and again dipping their long oval leaves in the water.

-- from "Betrothed”
― Louise Bogan, The Blue Estuaries

“O remember
In your narrowing dark hours
That more things move
Than blood in the heart.”
― Louise Bogan

“Tea instead of gin will warm the heart.”
― Louise Bogan