poetry

poetry

Escóndeme en tus brazospor esta noche sola,mientras la lluvia rompecontra el mar y la tierrasu boca innumerable.

Escóndeme en tus brazospor esta noche sola,mientras la lluvia rompecontra el mar y la tierrasu boca innumerable.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I have been happy, though in a dream.I have been happy-and I love the theme:Dreams! in their vivid colouring of lifeAs in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife

I have been happy, though in a dream.I have been happy-and I love the theme:Dreams! in their vivid colouring of lifeAs in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Great poetry needs no interpreter other than a responsive heart.

Great poetry needs no interpreter other than a responsive heart.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

And medecine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love: these are what we stay alive for.

And medecine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love: these are what we stay alive for.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.

No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I found the poems in the fields,And only wrote them down.

I found the poems in the fields,And only wrote them down.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A tough life needs a tough language—and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers—a language powerful enough to say how it is.

A tough life needs a tough language—and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers—a language powerful enough to say how it is.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Anyone who has no need of anybody but himself is either a beast or a God."Aristotle

Anyone who has no need of anybody but himself is either a beast or a God."Aristotle

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I saw my face todayAnd it looked older,Without the warmth of wisdomOr the softnessBorn of pain and waiting.The dreams were gone from my eyes,Hope lost in hollownessOn my cheeks,A finger of deathPulling at my jaws.So I did my push-upsAnd wondered if I'd ever find you,To see my faceWith friendlier eyes than mine.

I saw my face todayAnd it looked older,Without the warmth of wisdomOr the softnessBorn of pain and waiting.The dreams were gone from my eyes,Hope lost in hollownessOn my cheeks,A finger of deathPulling at my jaws.So I did my push-upsAnd wondered if I'd ever find you,To see my faceWith friendlier eyes than mine.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A man who knows how little he knows is well, a man who knows how much he knows is sick. If, when you see the symptoms, you can tell, Your cure is quick.A sound man knows that sickness makes him sick and before he catches it his cure is quick.

A man who knows how little he knows is well, a man who knows how much he knows is sick. If, when you see the symptoms, you can tell, Your cure is quick.A sound man knows that sickness makes him sick and before he catches it his cure is quick.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Twas the night before Thanksgiving. All the food's in the oven. And I'm in the bedroom performin' self lovin'.

Twas the night before Thanksgiving. All the food's in the oven. And I'm in the bedroom performin' self lovin'.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When you write about what you dream, you become a writer.When you dream about what you write, you become haunted by a curse.

When you write about what you dream, you become a writer.When you dream about what you write, you become haunted by a curse.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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