poetry

poetry

I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me; Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.

I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me; Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The still watersWrap my lips,Eyes, nose and ears,A clearCellophane I cannot crack.

The still watersWrap my lips,Eyes, nose and ears,A clearCellophane I cannot crack.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,In pleasing memory of all he stole.

Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,In pleasing memory of all he stole.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

He sits, strong and blunt as a Celtic cross, Clearly used to silence and an armchair: Tonight the wife and children will be quiet At slammed door and smoker's cough in the hall.

He sits, strong and blunt as a Celtic cross, Clearly used to silence and an armchair: Tonight the wife and children will be quiet At slammed door and smoker's cough in the hall.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In the prison of his daysTeach the free man how to praise

In the prison of his daysTeach the free man how to praise

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Hesitate once, hesitate twice, hesitate a hundred times before employing political standards as a device for the analysis and appreciation of poetry.

Hesitate once, hesitate twice, hesitate a hundred times before employing political standards as a device for the analysis and appreciation of poetry.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In those days I used to talk to myself as if reciting poetry.

In those days I used to talk to myself as if reciting poetry.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I dragged myself to my feet, and with my hellhound in tow started off once more through the fastness of the wood, feeling, as the poet did before me, that my companion would be with me through the nights and through the days and down the arches of the years, and I should never be rid of him.

I dragged myself to my feet, and with my hellhound in tow started off once more through the fastness of the wood, feeling, as the poet did before me, that my companion would be with me through the nights and through the days and down the arches of the years, and I should never be rid of him.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

...fine love poetry tends to be written when the object of one's affection is at a safe distance; also, it often reflects a love of words more than a love of women...

...fine love poetry tends to be written when the object of one's affection is at a safe distance; also, it often reflects a love of words more than a love of women...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Please lift your snowy skies off my soul -Your diamond dreams slice through my veins

Please lift your snowy skies off my soul -Your diamond dreams slice through my veins

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The glamorous splender of a mystical moon.. Natures sleepless wonders.

The glamorous splender of a mystical moon.. Natures sleepless wonders.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Shadow is ever besieged, for that is its nature. Whilst darkness devours, and light steals. And so one sees shadow ever retreat to hidden places, only to return in the wake of the war between dark and light.

Shadow is ever besieged, for that is its nature. Whilst darkness devours, and light steals. And so one sees shadow ever retreat to hidden places, only to return in the wake of the war between dark and light.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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