Sometimes, looking at the many books I have at home, I feel I shall die before I come to the end of them, yet I cannot resist the temptation of buying new books. Whenever I walk into a bookstore and find a book on one of my hobbies — for example, Old English or Old Norse poetry — I say to myself, “What a pity I can’t buy that book, for I already have a copy at home. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing,and put your lips to the world.And live your life. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
O stand, stand at the window As the tears scald and start;You shall love your crooked neighbour With your crooked heart. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
the only thing required to be a woman is to identifyas one.- period, end of story. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
come back so i can say yes this time do it again now that i know what to call what you didthis time i'll be ready i like it rough now and i'm done with romance i never met another man who loved me so much at first sight he had to hurt me to do it Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies.And be it gash or gold it will not comeAgain in this identical disguise. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Anyone who says, “Here’s my address,write me a poem,” deserves something in reply.So I’ll tell a secret instead:poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,they are sleeping. They are the shadowsdrifting across our ceilings the moment before we wake up. What we have to dois live in a way that lets us find them. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that showsNothing, and is nowhere, and is endless. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Ask him why there are hypocrites in the world.''Because it is hard to bear the happiness of others.''When are we happy?''When we desire nothing and realize that possession is only momentary, and so are forever playing.''What is regret?''To realize that one has spent one's life worrying about the future.''What is sorrow?''To long for the past.''What is the highest pleasure?''To hear a good story. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>