poetry

poetry

A fallen blossomreturning to the bough, I thought --But no, a butterfly.

A fallen blossomreturning to the bough, I thought --But no, a butterfly.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state,perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and herewere every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.

Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state,perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and herewere every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In my darkest night,when the moon was coveredand I roamed through wreckage,a nimbus-clouded voicedirected me:“Live in the layers,not on the litter.”Though I lack the artto decipher it,no doubt the next chapterin my book of transformationsis already written.I am not done with my changes.

In my darkest night,when the moon was coveredand I roamed through wreckage,a nimbus-clouded voicedirected me:“Live in the layers,not on the litter.”Though I lack the artto decipher it,no doubt the next chapterin my book of transformationsis already written.I am not done with my changes.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber. It washes away the mud and sand that keeps on blocking up the bends.Like waves to make the pebbles dance on my old floors. And turn them into rubies and jacinths; or at any rate, good imitations.

Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber. It washes away the mud and sand that keeps on blocking up the bends.Like waves to make the pebbles dance on my old floors. And turn them into rubies and jacinths; or at any rate, good imitations.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk.

One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Everything is all right,When you’re here,When you’re right next to me,When my hand is in yours,Don’t leave me,Don’t leave me empty handed.

Everything is all right,When you’re here,When you’re right next to me,When my hand is in yours,Don’t leave me,Don’t leave me empty handed.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.

Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen,You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun.And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten,And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.

At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen,You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun.And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten,And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun

Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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