poetry

poetry

So the nymphs they spoke,we kissed and laid.By noontime’s hourour love was made.Like braided chains of crocus stems,we lay entwined, I laid with them.Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea,our bodies draping wearily,we slept, I slept so lucidly,with hopes to stay this memory.

So the nymphs they spoke,we kissed and laid.By noontime’s hourour love was made.Like braided chains of crocus stems,we lay entwined, I laid with them.Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea,our bodies draping wearily,we slept, I slept so lucidly,with hopes to stay this memory.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Songwriting and poetry are so commonly birthed from underdogs because one can make even the ugliest situations admirable, or more beautiful than the beautiful situations - they are the most graceful media in which the lines of society are distorted.

Songwriting and poetry are so commonly birthed from underdogs because one can make even the ugliest situations admirable, or more beautiful than the beautiful situations - they are the most graceful media in which the lines of society are distorted.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

...but it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night wondering whether you are any good or not and the only decision you can make is that you did it...

...but it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night wondering whether you are any good or not and the only decision you can make is that you did it...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña.

Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I wanted the past to go away, I wantedto leave it, like another country; I wantedmy life to close, and openlike a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the songwhere it fallsdown over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;I wantedto hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,whoever I was, I wasalivefor a little while.

I wanted the past to go away, I wantedto leave it, like another country; I wantedmy life to close, and openlike a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the songwhere it fallsdown over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;I wantedto hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,whoever I was, I wasalivefor a little while.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A precious, mouldering pleasure ’t is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think.

A precious, mouldering pleasure ’t is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The true poem rests between the words.

The true poem rests between the words.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Art is long, and Time is fleeting.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore: this is the second of our reign.

True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore: this is the second of our reign.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

John Keats / John Keats / John / Please put your scarf on.

John Keats / John Keats / John / Please put your scarf on.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I am that last, thatfinal thing, the bodyin a white sheet listening,

I am that last, thatfinal thing, the bodyin a white sheet listening,

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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