poetry

poetry

By the craggy hill-side,Through the mosses bare,They have planted thorn-treesFor pleasure here and there.If any man so daringAs dig them up in spite,He shall find their sharpest thornsIn his bed at night.

By the craggy hill-side,Through the mosses bare,They have planted thorn-treesFor pleasure here and there.If any man so daringAs dig them up in spite,He shall find their sharpest thornsIn his bed at night.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.

i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.

a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Maple. MaypoleCatch and carry.Ash and Ember.Elderberry.Woolen. Woman.Moon at night.Willow. Window.Candlelight.Fallow farrow.Ash and oak.Bide and borrow.Chimney smoke.Barrel. Barley.Stone and stave.Wind and water.Misbehave.

Maple. MaypoleCatch and carry.Ash and Ember.Elderberry.Woolen. Woman.Moon at night.Willow. Window.Candlelight.Fallow farrow.Ash and oak.Bide and borrow.Chimney smoke.Barrel. Barley.Stone and stave.Wind and water.Misbehave.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Let your love flow where the beautiful things are and something beautiful will always come your way.

Let your love flow where the beautiful things are and something beautiful will always come your way.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.

Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Pensar incomoda como andar à chuvaQuando o vento cresce e parece que chove mais.

Pensar incomoda como andar à chuvaQuando o vento cresce e parece que chove mais.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

One cannot make bargains for blissesOr catch them like fishes in netsAnd sometimes the things that life misses Help more than the things that it gets.

One cannot make bargains for blissesOr catch them like fishes in netsAnd sometimes the things that life misses Help more than the things that it gets.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We are each what never leaves us, what we never seethe back ofis the self. But what loves usis at the back, as Eurydice wasescorting him outwithout his knowing.

We are each what never leaves us, what we never seethe back ofis the self. But what loves usis at the back, as Eurydice wasescorting him outwithout his knowing.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I came here to be for all and with all,and what I do today in my solitudewill be echoed tomorrow by the multitude.What I say now with one heartwill be said tomorrow by thousands of hearts...

I came here to be for all and with all,and what I do today in my solitudewill be echoed tomorrow by the multitude.What I say now with one heartwill be said tomorrow by thousands of hearts...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It was not like everyone had said.Not like being needed,or needing; not desperate;it did not whisperthat I'd come to harm. I didn't losemy head. No, I was notgoing to leap from a greatheight and flapmy wings.It was in factthe opposite of flying:it contained the wishto be toppled, to be on the floor,the ground, anywhere I mightlie down. . . .On my back, and you on me.

It was not like everyone had said.Not like being needed,or needing; not desperate;it did not whisperthat I'd come to harm. I didn't losemy head. No, I was notgoing to leap from a greatheight and flapmy wings.It was in factthe opposite of flying:it contained the wishto be toppled, to be on the floor,the ground, anywhere I mightlie down. . . .On my back, and you on me.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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