poetry

poetry

Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I don't want tobecause boysdon't write poetry.Girls do.

I don't want tobecause boysdon't write poetry.Girls do.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

She was a Phantom of delightWhen first she gleam'd upon my sight;A lovely Apparition, sentTo be a moment's ornament:Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;But all things else about her drawnFrom May-time and the cheerful dawn;A dancing shape, an image gay,To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

She was a Phantom of delightWhen first she gleam'd upon my sight;A lovely Apparition, sentTo be a moment's ornament:Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;But all things else about her drawnFrom May-time and the cheerful dawn;A dancing shape, an image gay,To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.

Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The exceeding brightness of this early sunMakes me conceive how dark I have become.

The exceeding brightness of this early sunMakes me conceive how dark I have become.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.

When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.

We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

And watch two men washing clothes,one makes dry clothes wet. The other makes wet clothes dry. they seem to be thwarting each other, but their work is a perfect harmony.Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine and practice, but there's really only one work.

And watch two men washing clothes,one makes dry clothes wet. The other makes wet clothes dry. they seem to be thwarting each other, but their work is a perfect harmony.Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine and practice, but there's really only one work.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I've had it with these cheap sons of bitches who claim they love poetry but never buy a book.

I've had it with these cheap sons of bitches who claim they love poetry but never buy a book.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.

Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Love is the poetry of the senses!

Love is the poetry of the senses!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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