poetry

poetry

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The eye--it cannot choose but see;We cannot bid the ear be still;Our bodies feel, where'er they be,Against or with our will.

The eye--it cannot choose but see;We cannot bid the ear be still;Our bodies feel, where'er they be,Against or with our will.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

because some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold,but just beautiful to listen to.

because some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold,but just beautiful to listen to.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.

It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Here we go mother on the shipless ocean.Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.

Here we go mother on the shipless ocean.Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.

I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Love me in actions, not in words.

Love me in actions, not in words.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

This is the Hour of Lead – Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –

This is the Hour of Lead – Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Each month is gay,Each season nice,When eatingChicken soupWith rice

Each month is gay,Each season nice,When eatingChicken soupWith rice

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Mine Enemy is growing old --I have at last Revenge --The Palate of the Hate departs --If any would avenge Let him be quick -- the Viand flits --It is a faded Meat --Anger as soon as fed is dead --'Tis starving makes it fat

Mine Enemy is growing old --I have at last Revenge --The Palate of the Hate departs --If any would avenge Let him be quick -- the Viand flits --It is a faded Meat --Anger as soon as fed is dead --'Tis starving makes it fat

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Be my lover between two wars waged in the mirror, she said.I don't want to return now to the fortress of my father's house.Take me to your vineyard.Let me meet your mother.Perfume me with basil water.Arrange me on silver dishes, comb me, imprison me in your name,let love kill me.

Be my lover between two wars waged in the mirror, she said.I don't want to return now to the fortress of my father's house.Take me to your vineyard.Let me meet your mother.Perfume me with basil water.Arrange me on silver dishes, comb me, imprison me in your name,let love kill me.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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