poetry

poetry

The Apache don't have a word for love," he said. "Know what they both say at the marriage? The squaw-taking ceremony?""Tell me.""Varlebena. It means forever. That's all they say.

The Apache don't have a word for love," he said. "Know what they both say at the marriage? The squaw-taking ceremony?""Tell me.""Varlebena. It means forever. That's all they say.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

How you die out in me:down to the lastworn-out knot of breathyou're there, with a splinter of life.

How you die out in me:down to the lastworn-out knot of breathyou're there, with a splinter of life.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Publishing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

Publishing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act.We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come from, where the waters begin.”-In the yellow time of pollen

I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act.We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come from, where the waters begin.”-In the yellow time of pollen

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I am waiting for the war to be fought which will make the world safe for anarchy

I am waiting for the war to be fought which will make the world safe for anarchy

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I don’t need your praiseto survive. I was here first, before you were here, beforeyou ever planted a garden.And I’ll be here when only the sun and moonare left, and the sea, and the wide field.I will constitute the field.

I don’t need your praiseto survive. I was here first, before you were here, beforeyou ever planted a garden.And I’ll be here when only the sun and moonare left, and the sea, and the wide field.I will constitute the field.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

To see the Summer SkyIs Poetry, though never in a Book it lie—True Poems flee—

To see the Summer SkyIs Poetry, though never in a Book it lie—True Poems flee—

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep or cows...

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep or cows...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

So this is what I amPondering his eyes that could notConceive that I was a creature to run fromI who have always believed too much in words

So this is what I amPondering his eyes that could notConceive that I was a creature to run fromI who have always believed too much in words

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I shivered in thosesolitudeswhen I heardthe voiceofthe saltin the desert.

I shivered in thosesolitudeswhen I heardthe voiceofthe saltin the desert.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,And yet thou are not there;I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,And press the common air.

I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,And yet thou are not there;I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,And press the common air.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Your politics are so far right,They're wrong.

Your politics are so far right,They're wrong.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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