poetry

poetry

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,Are a substantial world, both pure and good:Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,Our pastime and our happiness will grow.

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,Are a substantial world, both pure and good:Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,Our pastime and our happiness will grow.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When from our better selves we have too longBeen parted by the hurrying world, and droop,Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,How gracious, how benign, is Solitude

When from our better selves we have too longBeen parted by the hurrying world, and droop,Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,How gracious, how benign, is Solitude

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Out of love,No regrets--Though the goodnessBe wasted forever.Out of love,No regrets--Though the returnBe never.

Out of love,No regrets--Though the goodnessBe wasted forever.Out of love,No regrets--Though the returnBe never.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A book of verses underneath the boughA flask of wine, a loaf of bread and thouBeside me singing in the wildernessAnd wilderness is paradise now.

A book of verses underneath the boughA flask of wine, a loaf of bread and thouBeside me singing in the wildernessAnd wilderness is paradise now.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Being human means throwing your whole life on the scales of destiny when need be, all the while rejoicing in every sunny day and every beautiful cloud.

Being human means throwing your whole life on the scales of destiny when need be, all the while rejoicing in every sunny day and every beautiful cloud.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I choose to love this time for oncewith all my intelligence-from "Splittings

I choose to love this time for oncewith all my intelligence-from "Splittings

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.

Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

part memory part distance remainingmine in the ways that I learn to miss you

part memory part distance remainingmine in the ways that I learn to miss you

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I will love you forever" swears the poet. I find this easy to swear too. "I will love you at 4:15 pm next Tuesday" - Is that still as easy?

I will love you forever" swears the poet. I find this easy to swear too. "I will love you at 4:15 pm next Tuesday" - Is that still as easy?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

You shall create beauty not to excite the sensesbut to give sustenance to the soul.

You shall create beauty not to excite the sensesbut to give sustenance to the soul.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I believe in the flesh and the appetites; Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle. Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch’d from;The scent of these arm-pits, aroma finer than prayer; This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.

I believe in the flesh and the appetites; Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle. Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch’d from;The scent of these arm-pits, aroma finer than prayer; This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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