poetry

poetry

You will come away bruised.You will come away bruisedbut this will give you poetry.

You will come away bruised.You will come away bruisedbut this will give you poetry.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone. His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his relation to the dead poets and artists. You cannot value him alone; you must set him, for contrast and comparison, among the dead.

No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone. His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his relation to the dead poets and artists. You cannot value him alone; you must set him, for contrast and comparison, among the dead.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Don't you know no one can escapethe power of creatures reaching outwith breath alone?

Don't you know no one can escapethe power of creatures reaching outwith breath alone?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In fact she herself once blamed meKyprogeneiabecause I prayed this word:I want.

In fact she herself once blamed meKyprogeneiabecause I prayed this word:I want.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow

You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

For books are more than books, they are the lifeThe very heart and core of ages past,The reason why men lived and worked and died,The essence and quintessence of their lives.

For books are more than books, they are the lifeThe very heart and core of ages past,The reason why men lived and worked and died,The essence and quintessence of their lives.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain;Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,How could I seek the empty world again?

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain;Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,How could I seek the empty world again?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives

The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I see your picture and in that picture I didn't see you.

I see your picture and in that picture I didn't see you.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

And the Spring arose on the garden fair,Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breastRose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

And the Spring arose on the garden fair,Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breastRose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I thought my fireplace dead and stirred the ashes. I burned my fingers.

I thought my fireplace dead and stirred the ashes. I burned my fingers.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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