poetry

poetry

But some nights, I must tell you,I go down there after everyone has fallen asleep.I swim back and forth in the echoing blackness.I sing a love song as well as I can,lost for a while in the home of the rain.

But some nights, I must tell you,I go down there after everyone has fallen asleep.I swim back and forth in the echoing blackness.I sing a love song as well as I can,lost for a while in the home of the rain.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.

I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Our love was bornoutside the walls,in the wind,in the night,in the earth,and that's why the clay and the flower,the mud and the rootsknow your name.

Our love was bornoutside the walls,in the wind,in the night,in the earth,and that's why the clay and the flower,the mud and the rootsknow your name.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.

Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

There is no Space or TimeOnly intensity, And tame thingsHave no immensity

There is no Space or TimeOnly intensity, And tame thingsHave no immensity

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my versesand my heart is closinglike a fist.

I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my versesand my heart is closinglike a fist.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

the worstthing that ever happenedtothe worldwasthe white man coming across gun powder.–– the end of the world | the beginning of white supremacy

the worstthing that ever happenedtothe worldwasthe white man coming across gun powder.–– the end of the world | the beginning of white supremacy

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Some men are born sodomites, some achieve sodomy, and some have sodomy thrust upon them...

Some men are born sodomites, some achieve sodomy, and some have sodomy thrust upon them...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Under the greenwood tree,Who loves to lie with meAnd tune his merry note,Unto the sweet bird's throat;Come hither, come hither, come hither.Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather.

Under the greenwood tree,Who loves to lie with meAnd tune his merry note,Unto the sweet bird's throat;Come hither, come hither, come hither.Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Fear of joy is the darkest of captivities.

Fear of joy is the darkest of captivities.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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