Though she may never compose an epic or a tragic drama in five acts, the woman poet has a singular role and precarious destiny. And, at the moment, in a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.
―Louise Bogan
"The Heart and the Lyre," essay (1947).
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portion of its lost heart
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one word
Un mot et tout est sauvé. Un mot et tout est perdu.
[One word and all is saved. One word and all is lost.]
—André Breton
[One word and all is saved. One word and all is lost.]
—André Breton
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