The Alchemist in  General   

I burned my life, that I may find
A passion wholly of the mind,
Thought divorced from eye and bone
Ecstasy come to breath alone.
I broke my life, to seek relief
From the flawed light of love and grief.

With mounting beat the utter fire
Charred existence and desire.
It died low, ceased its sudden thresh.
I had found unmysterious flesh--
Not the mind's avid substance--still
Passionate beyond the will.

By Louise Bogan

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Other poems by Louise Bogan:

• A Tale
• Betrothed
• Chanson Un Peu Naïve
• Epitaph For A Romantic Woman
• Knowledge
• Last Hill In A Vista
• Man Alone
• Medusa
• Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom
• Portrait
• Roman Fountain
• Solitary Observation Brought Back From A Sojourn I
• Song For The Last Act
• Sonnet
• Tears In Sleep
• The Alchemist
• The Crossed Apple
• The Dream
• The Frightened Man
• Women
• Words For Departure