poetry

poetry

Whatever you get out of poetry - take it. take it. take it. Words are better off felt than understood.

Whatever you get out of poetry - take it. take it. take it. Words are better off felt than understood.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Say to them,say to the down-keepers,the sun-slappers,the self-soilers,the harmony-hushers,"Even if you are not ready for dayit cannot always be night."You will be right.For that is the hard home-run.Live not for battles won.Live not for the-end-of-the-song.Live in the along.

Say to them,say to the down-keepers,the sun-slappers,the self-soilers,the harmony-hushers,"Even if you are not ready for dayit cannot always be night."You will be right.For that is the hard home-run.Live not for battles won.Live not for the-end-of-the-song.Live in the along.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Don't sign your namebetween worlds,surmountthe manifold of meanings,trust the tearstain,learn to live.

Don't sign your namebetween worlds,surmountthe manifold of meanings,trust the tearstain,learn to live.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Open the fridge and putMy heart on a plate.I'm just as you leftme, and I taste even betterleftover.

Open the fridge and putMy heart on a plate.I'm just as you leftme, and I taste even betterleftover.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Unless you call attentionto your presencewho will know you're there?Even a countryhas to weave and wave a flagas proof of its existence.

Unless you call attentionto your presencewho will know you're there?Even a countryhas to weave and wave a flagas proof of its existence.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Art too is just a way of living.

Art too is just a way of living.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I'm going to do something bigger and better,bigger and betterand bolder, but first,I'm going to do somethingsmaller and worse.

I'm going to do something bigger and better,bigger and betterand bolder, but first,I'm going to do somethingsmaller and worse.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I'd spent way more years worrying about how to look like a poet -- buying black clothes, smearing on scarlet lipstick, languidly draping myself over thrift-store furniture -- than I had learning how to assemble words in some discernible order.

I'd spent way more years worrying about how to look like a poet -- buying black clothes, smearing on scarlet lipstick, languidly draping myself over thrift-store furniture -- than I had learning how to assemble words in some discernible order.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with.

A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I couldn't tell fact from fiction,Or if the dream was trueMy only sure predictionIn this world was you.I'd touch your features inchly. Beard love and dared the cost, The sented spiel reeled me unreal And I found my senses lost.

I couldn't tell fact from fiction,Or if the dream was trueMy only sure predictionIn this world was you.I'd touch your features inchly. Beard love and dared the cost, The sented spiel reeled me unreal And I found my senses lost.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.

You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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