poetry

poetry

Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.

Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow

before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It is not our job to remain whole.We came to lose our leavesLike the trees, and be born again,Drawing up from the great roots.

It is not our job to remain whole.We came to lose our leavesLike the trees, and be born again,Drawing up from the great roots.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good.

But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.

Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Someday you will name me, then gently place those burning holy roses in my hair.[Songs of Longing]

Someday you will name me, then gently place those burning holy roses in my hair.[Songs of Longing]

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

For we cannot tarry here,We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!

For we cannot tarry here,We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I have no doubt at all the Devil grins,As seas of ink I spatter. Ye gods, forgive my "literary" sins --The other kind don't matter.

I have no doubt at all the Devil grins,As seas of ink I spatter. Ye gods, forgive my "literary" sins --The other kind don't matter.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Through endless night the earth whirls toward a creation unknown...

Through endless night the earth whirls toward a creation unknown...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Armed I am with love. Disarmed I am.

Armed I am with love. Disarmed I am.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Of the many forms that silence takes, the most memorable is the dry husk of the cicada.

Of the many forms that silence takes, the most memorable is the dry husk of the cicada.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

My heart is strong, I will not fail, I won't be wronged, I will prevail.

My heart is strong, I will not fail, I won't be wronged, I will prevail.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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