A poet's mission is to make words do more work than they normally do, to make them work on more than one level. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I arise from dreams of thee,And a spirit in my feetHas led me- who knows how?To thy chamber-window, Sweet! Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
As wave is driven by wave And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows, Always, for ever and new. What was before Is left behind; what never was is now; And every passing moment is renewed. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I see all of us reading ourselves away from ourselves, straining in circles of light to find more light until the line of words becomes a trail of crumbs that we follow across a page of fresh snow Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night... Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
As the future ripens in the past,so the past rots in the future --a terrible festival of dead leaves. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I’m not aspiring to be someone else – If I’m me for the rest of my life then so be it Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Some hae meat and canna eat,And some wad eat that want it,But we hae meat and we can eat,And sae the Lord be thankit. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>