poetry

poetry

Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary,imperial joy and sorrow of human existence,the dreamed as well as the lived—what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death?

Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary,imperial joy and sorrow of human existence,the dreamed as well as the lived—what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I had forgotten. Disgust shadows desire.Another life is never safely envied.

I had forgotten. Disgust shadows desire.Another life is never safely envied.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I wouldn’t want to be faster or greener than now if you were with me O you were the best of all my days!

I wouldn’t want to be faster or greener than now if you were with me O you were the best of all my days!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Air goes in and outof my nose, throat, lungs, blood, heartbrain - and so I am

Air goes in and outof my nose, throat, lungs, blood, heartbrain - and so I am

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections,They scorn the best I can do to relate them.

The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections,They scorn the best I can do to relate them.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In a fieldI am the absenceof field.This isalways the case.Wherever I amI am what is missing.

In a fieldI am the absenceof field.This isalways the case.Wherever I amI am what is missing.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The winds, the sea, and the moving tides are what they are. If there is wonder and beauty and majesty in them, science will discover these qualities... If there is poetry in my book about the sea, it is not because I deliberately put it there, but because no one could write truthfully about the sea and leave out the poetry.

The winds, the sea, and the moving tides are what they are. If there is wonder and beauty and majesty in them, science will discover these qualities... If there is poetry in my book about the sea, it is not because I deliberately put it there, but because no one could write truthfully about the sea and leave out the poetry.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

loneliness can fly a helicopter through a cut-out shapeof a helicopter the same size as the helicopterand that's it's only skilland it isn't good enoughbut it's still amazing.

loneliness can fly a helicopter through a cut-out shapeof a helicopter the same size as the helicopterand that's it's only skilland it isn't good enoughbut it's still amazing.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyleatop some crumbling building,spring to lifea resuscitated angel.

When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyleatop some crumbling building,spring to lifea resuscitated angel.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Think of what starlight And lamplight would lack Diamonds and fireflies If they couldn’t lean against Black. . . .

Think of what starlight And lamplight would lack Diamonds and fireflies If they couldn’t lean against Black. . . .

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see,Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see,Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I held a jewel in my fingersAnd went to sleep.The day was warm, and winds were prosy;I said: "'T will keep."I woke and chid my honest fingers,—The gem was gone;And now an amethyst remembranceIs all I own.

I held a jewel in my fingersAnd went to sleep.The day was warm, and winds were prosy;I said: "'T will keep."I woke and chid my honest fingers,—The gem was gone;And now an amethyst remembranceIs all I own.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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