There came one and knocked at the door of the Beloved.And a voice answered and said, 'Who is there?'The lover replied, 'It is I.''Go hence,' returned the voice;'there is no room within for thee and me.'Then came the lover a second time and knocked and again the voice demanded,'Who is there?'He answered, 'It is thou.''Enter,' said the voice, 'for I am within. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I heard of a manwho says words so beautifullythat if he only speaks their namewomen give themselves to him.If I am dumb beside your bodywhile silence blossoms like tumors on our lipsit is because I hear a man climb stairsand clear his throat outside our door. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Everything you invent is true: you can be sure of that. Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Everything in creation has its appointed painter or poet and remains in bondage like the princess in the fairy tale 'til its appropriate liberator comes to set it free. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
It's better to swim in the sea belowThan to swing in the air and feed the crow,Says jolly Ned Teach of Bristol. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Desire, loneliness, wind in the flowering almond—surely these are the great, the inexhaustible subjectsto which my predecessors apprenticed themselves.I hear them echo in my own heart, disguised as convention. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Darling, do you rememberthe man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Ye are better than all the balladsThat ever were sung or said;For ye are living poems,And all the rest are dead. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>