poetry

poetry

a joy that hurts with sadnessa sadness that is pleasurablea pleasure full of terrora terror that excitesan excitement that calmsa calmness that frightens.

a joy that hurts with sadnessa sadness that is pleasurablea pleasure full of terrora terror that excitesan excitement that calmsa calmness that frightens.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry is the scholar's art.

Poetry is the scholar's art.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

...few young poets [are] testing their poems against the ear. They're writing for the page, and the page, let me tell you, is a cold bed.

...few young poets [are] testing their poems against the ear. They're writing for the page, and the page, let me tell you, is a cold bed.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

i laced my shoes with sorrowand walked a weary roaddead end streetsdon't come undonewith double knots wing tipped shoesthat walk on airthrough vacant lots

i laced my shoes with sorrowand walked a weary roaddead end streetsdon't come undonewith double knots wing tipped shoesthat walk on airthrough vacant lots

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I drink from a small spring, my thirst exceeds the ocean.

I drink from a small spring, my thirst exceeds the ocean.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry is a sort of truancy, a dream within the dream of life, a wild flower planted among our wheat.

Poetry is a sort of truancy, a dream within the dream of life, a wild flower planted among our wheat.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

[P]oetry resembles metaphysics: one does not mind one's own, but one does not like anyone else's.

[P]oetry resembles metaphysics: one does not mind one's own, but one does not like anyone else's.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Even the moon is only poetical because there is a man in the moon.

Even the moon is only poetical because there is a man in the moon.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

My heart was full of softening showers,I used to swing like this for hours,I did not care for war or death,I was glad to draw my breath.

My heart was full of softening showers,I used to swing like this for hours,I did not care for war or death,I was glad to draw my breath.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

[Short Talk on Sylvia Plath] Did you see her mother on television? She said plain, burned things. She said I thought it an excellent poem but it hurt me. She did not say jungle fear. She did not say jungle hatred wild jungle weeping chop it back chop it. She said self-government she said end of the road. She did not say humming in the middle of the air what you came for chop.

[Short Talk on Sylvia Plath] Did you see her mother on television? She said plain, burned things. She said I thought it an excellent poem but it hurt me. She did not say jungle fear. She did not say jungle hatred wild jungle weeping chop it back chop it. She said self-government she said end of the road. She did not say humming in the middle of the air what you came for chop.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Verses which do not teach men new and moving truths do not deserve to be read.

Verses which do not teach men new and moving truths do not deserve to be read.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A poet must discover that it’s his own story that is true, even if the truth is small indeed.

A poet must discover that it’s his own story that is true, even if the truth is small indeed.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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