By Don Bogen Don Bogen
Air as lost time
Voice of a cloud, of a ghost crowned with nimbus
Smack-thin, it lingers forty years
I thought it came from the jeweled world we’d seen
Everything stuffed, urgent, glittering alive
But it was just pleasure, blank and sure
Now what is there to sing
From speakers, the tune folds and fades in waves
Earphones drive it through your head

Don Bogen, "Air" from An Algebra. Copyright © 2009 by Don Bogen.  Reprinted by permission of The University of Chicago Press.

Source: An Algebra (The University of Chicago Press, 2009)

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Poet Don Bogen

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

Subjects Living, The Mind, Time & Brevity, Arts & Sciences, Music

 Don  Bogen


A writer and critic, Don Bogen earned his PhD in English from the University of California, Berkeley. He is the author of the poetry collections After the Splendid Display (1986), The Known World (1997), Luster (2003), and An Algebra (2009).

Bogen’s poetry engages the private, public, and historical realms, often in formally innovative ways. Commenting on An Algebra, poet Ron Slate found Bogen to be “cutting narrative loose . . .

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SUBJECT Living, The Mind, Time & Brevity, Arts & Sciences, Music

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

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