poetry

poetry

We walked through night until there was a poem.

We walked through night until there was a poem.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Honest criticism and sensible appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.

Honest criticism and sensible appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Maybe you're one of those people who writes poems, but rarely reads them. Let me put this as delicately as I can: If you don't read, your writing is going to suck.

Maybe you're one of those people who writes poems, but rarely reads them. Let me put this as delicately as I can: If you don't read, your writing is going to suck.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Two girls discover the secret of lifein a sudden line of poetry.

Two girls discover the secret of lifein a sudden line of poetry.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.

One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Without poets, without artists... everything would fall apart into chaos. There would be no more seasons, no more civilizations, no more thought, no more humanity, no more life even; and impotent darkness would reign forever. Poets and artists together determine the features of their age, and the future meekly conforms to their edit.

Without poets, without artists... everything would fall apart into chaos. There would be no more seasons, no more civilizations, no more thought, no more humanity, no more life even; and impotent darkness would reign forever. Poets and artists together determine the features of their age, and the future meekly conforms to their edit.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In the great green room, there was a telephoneAnd a red balloonAnd a picture of a cat jumping over the moon...

In the great green room, there was a telephoneAnd a red balloonAnd a picture of a cat jumping over the moon...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Men had always been the reciters of poetry in the desert.

Men had always been the reciters of poetry in the desert.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

These wrinkles are nothingThese gray hairs are nothing,This stomach which sagswith old food, these bruisedand swollen ankles, my darkening brain,they are nothing.I am the same boymy mother used to kiss.

These wrinkles are nothingThese gray hairs are nothing,This stomach which sagswith old food, these bruisedand swollen ankles, my darkening brain,they are nothing.I am the same boymy mother used to kiss.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

THOUGH you are in your shining days,Voices among the crowdAnd new friends busy with your praise,Be not unkind or proud,But think about old friends the most:Time's bitter flood will rise,Your beauty perish and be lostFor all eyes but these eyes.

THOUGH you are in your shining days,Voices among the crowdAnd new friends busy with your praise,Be not unkind or proud,But think about old friends the most:Time's bitter flood will rise,Your beauty perish and be lostFor all eyes but these eyes.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

For now, poetry has the capacity - in its own ways and by its own means - to remind us of something we are forbidden to see.

For now, poetry has the capacity - in its own ways and by its own means - to remind us of something we are forbidden to see.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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