poetry

poetry

If I bet on humanity, I'd never cash a ticket.

If I bet on humanity, I'd never cash a ticket.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Il était tard; ainsi qu'une médaille neuveLa pleine lune s'étalait,Et la solennité de la nuit, comme un fleuveSur Paris dormant ruisselait.

Il était tard; ainsi qu'une médaille neuveLa pleine lune s'étalait,Et la solennité de la nuit, comme un fleuveSur Paris dormant ruisselait.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all.

As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I think it was Milosz, the Polish poet, who when he lay in a doorway and watched the bullets lifting the cobbles out of the street beside him realised that most poetry is not equipped for life in a world where people actually die. But some is.

I think it was Milosz, the Polish poet, who when he lay in a doorway and watched the bullets lifting the cobbles out of the street beside him realised that most poetry is not equipped for life in a world where people actually die. But some is.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

She has learned to love. To fear. To hate. And then to love again. Through it all, she writes.” ~Once Upon A Time There Was A Girl

She has learned to love. To fear. To hate. And then to love again. Through it all, she writes.” ~Once Upon A Time There Was A Girl

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Open wide the mind's cage-door,She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar.

Open wide the mind's cage-door,She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I bleed myself to be your drink:Is not the blood of poets—ink?

I bleed myself to be your drink:Is not the blood of poets—ink?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea.

Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

CALL YOURSELFLook deep in the mirrorAnd say: 'I LOVE YOU'And immediatelyAn electric current willRipple throughout your soulAnd burst through your eyesLike shooting starsDancing across the skiesIn ecstasy.To tell your soul you love it -Is like rememberingWHO YOU AREAfter being in a comaFor a hundred years.Your face will beam the lightOf a hundred galaxies.

CALL YOURSELFLook deep in the mirrorAnd say: 'I LOVE YOU'And immediatelyAn electric current willRipple throughout your soulAnd burst through your eyesLike shooting starsDancing across the skiesIn ecstasy.To tell your soul you love it -Is like rememberingWHO YOU AREAfter being in a comaFor a hundred years.Your face will beam the lightOf a hundred galaxies.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I do believe in poetry. I believe that there are creatures endowed with the power to put things together and bring them back to life

I do believe in poetry. I believe that there are creatures endowed with the power to put things together and bring them back to life

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

There is such a shelter in each other.

There is such a shelter in each other.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

That is what you meant to me: a light that shone through the darkness.” (Your smile, p. 56)

That is what you meant to me: a light that shone through the darkness.” (Your smile, p. 56)

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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