Louise Bogan

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Portrait

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 foresee 
              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.