poetry

poetry

My true-love hath my heart and I have his, By just exchange one for the other given: I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss; There never was a bargain better driven.

My true-love hath my heart and I have his, By just exchange one for the other given: I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss; There never was a bargain better driven.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Born into thisInto hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to dieInto lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guiltyInto a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closedInto a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes...

Born into thisInto hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to dieInto lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guiltyInto a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closedInto a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry is nobody’s business except the poet’s, and everybody else can fuck off.

Poetry is nobody’s business except the poet’s, and everybody else can fuck off.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Those moments before a poem comes, when the heightened awareness comes over you, and you realize a poem is buried there somewhere, you prepare yourself. I run around, you know, kind of skipping around the house, marvelous elation. It’s as though I could fly.

Those moments before a poem comes, when the heightened awareness comes over you, and you realize a poem is buried there somewhere, you prepare yourself. I run around, you know, kind of skipping around the house, marvelous elation. It’s as though I could fly.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Thus, though we cannot make our sunStand still, yet we will make him run.

Thus, though we cannot make our sunStand still, yet we will make him run.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd fled to the silence of sweet solitude.

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd fled to the silence of sweet solitude.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I have daughters and I have sons.When one of them lays a handOn my shoulder, shining fishTurn suddenly in the deep sea.

I have daughters and I have sons.When one of them lays a handOn my shoulder, shining fishTurn suddenly in the deep sea.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Even the most political poem is an act of faith.

Even the most political poem is an act of faith.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I sometimes think you despise poetry,' said Phineas. 'When it is false I do. The difficulty is to know when it is false and when it is true.

I sometimes think you despise poetry,' said Phineas. 'When it is false I do. The difficulty is to know when it is false and when it is true.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Though I play at the edges of knowing, truly I know our part is not knowing, but looking, and touching, and loving

Though I play at the edges of knowing, truly I know our part is not knowing, but looking, and touching, and loving

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,Old Time is still a-flying;And this same flower that smiles today,Tomorrow will be dying.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,Old Time is still a-flying;And this same flower that smiles today,Tomorrow will be dying.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.

Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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