poetry

poetry

One way poetry connects is across time. . . . Some echo of a writer's physical experience comes into us when we read her poem.

One way poetry connects is across time. . . . Some echo of a writer's physical experience comes into us when we read her poem.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may have met with her 'Ode to an Expiring Frog,' sir.

She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may have met with her 'Ode to an Expiring Frog,' sir.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Sufilere sohbet gerek Ahilere ahret gerek Mecnunlara Leyla gerek Bana seni gerek seni

Sufilere sohbet gerek Ahilere ahret gerek Mecnunlara Leyla gerek Bana seni gerek seni

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Impatience kills quickly.

Impatience kills quickly.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The very essence of I is being killed by You.

The very essence of I is being killed by You.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

He remembers which sisterI like least and askshow she is doing.(lines 9-11 of the poem 'Divorce')

He remembers which sisterI like least and askshow she is doing.(lines 9-11 of the poem 'Divorce')

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

...what the Man-Moth fears most he must do..

...what the Man-Moth fears most he must do..

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I've given offense by saying I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.

I've given offense by saying I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In this quiet place on a quiet streetwhere no one ever finds usgently, lovingly, freedom gives back our pain.--from poem In a Quiet Place on a Quiet Street

In this quiet place on a quiet streetwhere no one ever finds usgently, lovingly, freedom gives back our pain.--from poem In a Quiet Place on a Quiet Street

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Orpheus shrinks to a poet when he looks back, with the impatience of reason, on a music stronger than death.

We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Orpheus shrinks to a poet when he looks back, with the impatience of reason, on a music stronger than death.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Maybe if I could slip into Sylvia's mind, sort out the spices in her rack, alphabetize them and dust them off. Maybe then I'd understand how it's the little things that pull you under.

Maybe if I could slip into Sylvia's mind, sort out the spices in her rack, alphabetize them and dust them off. Maybe then I'd understand how it's the little things that pull you under.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A wind starts to blow, without feelings,A song falls in love, without singing,A life will begin in melodies of the strings,May you find all pleasure of the light,God bless, Warrior of Light!

A wind starts to blow, without feelings,A song falls in love, without singing,A life will begin in melodies of the strings,May you find all pleasure of the light,God bless, Warrior of Light!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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