poetry

poetry

She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes...

She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

April is the cruelest month, breedinglilacs out of the dead land, mixingmemory and desire, stirringdull roots with spring rain.

April is the cruelest month, breedinglilacs out of the dead land, mixingmemory and desire, stirringdull roots with spring rain.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Live not for Battles Won.Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.

Live not for Battles Won.Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?

...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.

Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

There is freedom waiting for you,On the breezes of the sky,And you ask "What if I fall?"Oh but my darling,What if you fly?

There is freedom waiting for you,On the breezes of the sky,And you ask "What if I fall?"Oh but my darling,What if you fly?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The rain to the wind said,You push and I'll pelt.'They so smote the garden bedThat the flowers actually knelt,And lay lodged--though not dead.I know how the flowers felt.

The rain to the wind said,You push and I'll pelt.'They so smote the garden bedThat the flowers actually knelt,And lay lodged--though not dead.I know how the flowers felt.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you.Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you.And without feet I can make my way to you,without a mouth I can swear your name.Break off my arms, I'll take hold of youwith my heart as with a hand.Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat.And if you consume my brain with fire,I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.

Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you.Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you.And without feet I can make my way to you,without a mouth I can swear your name.Break off my arms, I'll take hold of youwith my heart as with a hand.Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat.And if you consume my brain with fire,I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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