“In this wind to wrench the eye
And curdle the ear,
The church steeple rises purely to the heavens;
The sky is clear.’’
— From “Fiend’s Weather,’’ by Louise Bogan (1897-1970), a native of Livermore Falls, Maine, and a U.S. poet laureate
“In this wind to wrench the eye
And curdle the ear,
The church steeple rises purely to the heavens;
The sky is clear.’’
— From “Fiend’s Weather,’’ by Louise Bogan (1897-1970), a native of Livermore Falls, Maine, and a U.S. poet laureate