Louise Bogan

Here you will find the Poem Chanson Un Peu Naïve of poet Louise Bogan

Chanson Un Peu Naïve

What body can be ploughed,
Sown, and broken yearly?
But she would not die, she vowed,
But she has, nearly.
 Sing, heart sing;
 Call and carol clearly.

And, since she could not die,
Care would be a feather,
A film over the eye
Of two that lie together.
 Fly, song, fly,
 Break your little tether.

So from strength concealed
She makes her pretty boast:
Plain is a furrow healed
And she may love you most.
 Cry, song, cry,
 And hear your crying lost.