poetry

poetry

it isn't that we're alone or not alonewhose voice do you want mine? yours?

it isn't that we're alone or not alonewhose voice do you want mine? yours?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Freedom is the dream you dreamWhile putting thought in chains again --

Freedom is the dream you dreamWhile putting thought in chains again --

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

There’s no money in poetry, but there’s no poetry in money, either

There’s no money in poetry, but there’s no poetry in money, either

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Each arrow you shoot offcarries its own targetinto the decidedlysecrettangle

Each arrow you shoot offcarries its own targetinto the decidedlysecrettangle

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm, you triumph.

Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm, you triumph.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Amé, fuí amado, el sol acarició mi faz.¡Vida, nada me debes! ¡Vida, estamos en paz!I loved, I was loved, the sun stroked my face.Life, you owe me nothing! Life, we are at peace!

Amé, fuí amado, el sol acarició mi faz.¡Vida, nada me debes! ¡Vida, estamos en paz!I loved, I was loved, the sun stroked my face.Life, you owe me nothing! Life, we are at peace!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

rush of pine scent (once upon a time),the unlicensed convictionthere ought to be another wayof sayingthis.

rush of pine scent (once upon a time),the unlicensed convictionthere ought to be another wayof sayingthis.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I suppose I'm saying that defiance is actually part of the lyric job

I suppose I'm saying that defiance is actually part of the lyric job

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Mute in that golden silence hung with green,Come down from heaven and bring me in your eyesRemembrance of all beauty that has been,And stillness from the pools of Paradise.

Mute in that golden silence hung with green,Come down from heaven and bring me in your eyesRemembrance of all beauty that has been,And stillness from the pools of Paradise.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I said: 'A line will take us hours maybe;Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought,Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.

I said: 'A line will take us hours maybe;Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought,Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful.

The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Landscape is my religion....God in a green legend, I lean over the poolIn a testament of leaves. I dangle my twinkling mood Before me in a cool cave roofed with branchesAnd floored with a skin of water.

Landscape is my religion....God in a green legend, I lean over the poolIn a testament of leaves. I dangle my twinkling mood Before me in a cool cave roofed with branchesAnd floored with a skin of water.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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