poetry

poetry

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness -And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness -And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Look deeper through the telescopeand do not be afraid when the starscollide towards the darkness,because sometimes the most beautifulthings begin in chaos.

Look deeper through the telescopeand do not be afraid when the starscollide towards the darkness,because sometimes the most beautifulthings begin in chaos.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'dWhat oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd;Something whose truth convinced at sight we find,That gives us back the image of our mind.As shades more sweetly recommend the light,So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.

True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'dWhat oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd;Something whose truth convinced at sight we find,That gives us back the image of our mind.As shades more sweetly recommend the light,So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.

You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Loneliness clarifies. Here silence standsLike heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends; And past the poppies bluish neutral distance Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence: Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach.

Loneliness clarifies. Here silence standsLike heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends; And past the poppies bluish neutral distance Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence: Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

All the rest is silenceOn the other side of the wall;And the silence ripeness,And the ripeness all.

All the rest is silenceOn the other side of the wall;And the silence ripeness,And the ripeness all.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Clear, unscalable, aheadRise the Mountains of Instead,From whose cold, cascading streamsNone may drink except in dreams.

Clear, unscalable, aheadRise the Mountains of Instead,From whose cold, cascading streamsNone may drink except in dreams.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Silver hidden in the gold,Young man hidden in the old,Laughing lord with weeping eyes,Bring king and ring before sunrise! -Hilarion, The Great and Terrible Quest

Silver hidden in the gold,Young man hidden in the old,Laughing lord with weeping eyes,Bring king and ring before sunrise! -Hilarion, The Great and Terrible Quest

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

You can tell it's a poem because it's swimming in a little gel pack of white space. That shows it's a poem.

You can tell it's a poem because it's swimming in a little gel pack of white space. That shows it's a poem.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry is an abstraction bloodied.

Poetry is an abstraction bloodied.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice.

A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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