poetry

poetry

Every evening words, not stars, light the sky. No rest in life like life itself.

Every evening words, not stars, light the sky. No rest in life like life itself.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

...It's not that the worm forgives the plough; it gives it no mind. (Pain occurs, in passing.) (lines 37-39 in the poem 'Fantasia on a Theme from IKEA')

...It's not that the worm forgives the plough; it gives it no mind. (Pain occurs, in passing.) (lines 37-39 in the poem 'Fantasia on a Theme from IKEA')

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry must be as new as foam, and as old as the rock.

Poetry must be as new as foam, and as old as the rock.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Some wrong eternity that wouldn’t budge, like trying to move a wardrobe or a safe, only to feel how light I was.

Some wrong eternity that wouldn’t budge, like trying to move a wardrobe or a safe, only to feel how light I was.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

...always-the sharp,plaintive edgeon the rimof the spoonof my giving.(lines 8-13 of the poem 'Confessions')

...always-the sharp,plaintive edgeon the rimof the spoonof my giving.(lines 8-13 of the poem 'Confessions')

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold?

. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I like the imp / in impossibility

I like the imp / in impossibility

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Must be going crazy---my favorite poet latelyhas been me!

Must be going crazy---my favorite poet latelyhas been me!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry is the least imposition on silence in a world of chatter.

Poetry is the least imposition on silence in a world of chatter.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

HOUSE Grow high. The devil can't find you. Grow deep. Buddha can't find you. Build a house and live there. Gourd creepers will climb over it, their flowers dazzling at midnight.

HOUSE Grow high. The devil can't find you. Grow deep. Buddha can't find you. Build a house and live there. Gourd creepers will climb over it, their flowers dazzling at midnight.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Two such as you with such a master speedCannot be parted nor be swept awayFrom one another once you are agreedThat life is only life forevermoreTogether wing to wing and oar to oar

Two such as you with such a master speedCannot be parted nor be swept awayFrom one another once you are agreedThat life is only life forevermoreTogether wing to wing and oar to oar

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When you're a student of poetry, you're lucky if you don't realize how untalented you are until you get a little better. Otherwise, you would just stop.

When you're a student of poetry, you're lucky if you don't realize how untalented you are until you get a little better. Otherwise, you would just stop.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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