""A tree" by Ofelia Dina" – 24 rezultate
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HFHÖLDERLIN, Friedrich
Johann Christian Friedrich Hölderlin (20 March 1770 – 6 June 1843) was a major German lyric poet. His work bridges the Classical and Romantic schools. Having spent most of his life tormented by mental illness, he suffered great loneliness, and often spent his time playing the piano, drawing, reading, writing, and enjoyed travelling when he had the chance. The poetry of Hölderlin, widely recognized today as one of the highest points of German literature, was little known or understood during his lifetime and slipped into obscurity shortly after his death; his illness and reclusion made him fade from his contemporaries' consciousness – and, even though selections of his work were being published by his friends already during his lifetime, it was largely ignored for the rest of the 19th century. In fact, Hölderlin was a man of his time, an early supporter of the French Revolution – in his youth at the Seminary of Tübingen, he and some colleagues from a "republican club" planted a "Tree...
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DLDenise Levertov
Denise Levertov (October 24, 1923–December 20, 1997) S-a născut în 1923, la Ilford, Anglia. În 1947 îl cunoaște, la Geneva, pe poetul american Michael Goodman cu care se căsătorește, stabilindu-se, din 1948, la New York. A predat cursuri de literatură la mai multe universități și a ținut un mare număr de conferințe, în urma cărora influența sa asupra tinerei generații a crescut. Dintre operele ei cităm: “Here and Now” (1956); “Overland to the Isles” (1968); “With Eyes at the Back of our Heads” (1959); “The Jacob’s Ladder” (1961); “O Taste and See” (1964); “Sorrow Dance” (1967); “ A Tree Telling of Orpheus” (1968). Cunoscându-l pe Robert Creeley, Denise Levertov se atașează grupului de poeți de la Black Mountain, devenind o adeptă a versului proiectiv, care vrea să dea expresie noului ritm accelerat de viață. În ce o privește, această poezie a însemnat o permanentă explorare, un act de devotament aproape religios pentru adevăr și autenticitate.
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TAKE THIS WALTZ
de Leonard Cohen
now in Vienna are ten pretty women there\'s a shoulder where death comes to cry there\'s a lobby with nine hundred windows there\'s a tree where the doves go to die there\'s a piece that was torn...
metamorphosis
de uana
METAMORPHOSIS As joy surpasses pain We are so filled of beauty And of treasures yet unseen By the common eye, that We kinda float up in the air On a cloud or with the wind... We burst out of...
Shattered
de Alin
you try to distance yourself from me I endure rain, sorrow, pain and the cold Like a tree I Shall stay close until I grow old I won\'t move , I will stand in the bad weather Even in the last moment...
The Wood-Pile
de Robert Frost
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, \'I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther- and we shall see\'. The hard snow held me, save where now and then One foot...
Haiku și tanka
de Marian Nicolae TOMI
* ceaiul dă în foc - the tea is boiling - cu ochii pierduți pe câmp the eyes lost on the field închizând geamul closing the window * privind un lemn uscat – looking at a dry log - înflorind fără...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 6 - Mina Murray\'s Journal 24 July. Whitby.- Lucy met me at the station, looking sweeter and lovelier than ever, and we drove up to the house at the Crescent in which they have rooms. This is...
The Ants
de Bernard Werber
The Ants ... On the forty-fifth floor of the basement, the 103,683rd asexual ant made her way into the wrestling halls, low-ceilinged rooms where the soldiers exercised inreadiness for the spring...
Ash Wednesday
de T.S. Eliot
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man\'s gift and that man\'s scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should...
The Tree
de Ezra Pound
I stood still and was a tree amid the wood, Knowing the truth of things unseen before; Of Daphne and the laurel bow And that god-feasting couple old that grew elm-oak amid the wold. \'Twas not until...
Men and Trees
de Alice Genes
What do you feel while watching a tiny crippled tree? D’you feel compasion, or d’you ignore that that you see? A choped off tree is just a shattered life That for a moment peered the murderous knife....
The Tree
de Ezra Pound
I stood still and was a tree amid the wood, Knowing the truth of things unseen before; Of Daphne and the laurel bow And that god-feasting couple old that grew elm-oak amid the wold. \'Twas not until...
Just me
de Vlad Adrian
I’m just a little piece From a big puzzle, I’m just a little grain of sand In a big desert. I’m just a finger From a hand. I’m an old tree In the middle of the forest...
ciocolată și whisky
de diana dumitraciuc
ileana mănâncă ciocolată neagră iarba este neagră și cerul negru este ileana plânge ileana ascultă tom waits green grass și plânge cuțitul taie un deget două degete ileana râde degetele sunt verzi...
The Hollow Men
de T.S. Eliot
I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats\'...
There was a woman in the jungle And a monkey on a tree. The missionary man he was followin\' me. He said \"Stop what you\'re doing. Get down upon your knees. I\'ve a message for you that you better be...
la Futile de serban georgescu
Claudiu, nu stiu cum s-a intamplat dar abia acum am citit poezia. Insa nu mi se pare ca ai devenit stapan pe dimineti..parca te bantuie demult si le scapi mereu printre degete. Now in Vienna there\'s ...
la Proximitatea gesturilor difuze de claudiu banu
Sincer,ăsta mi se pare un text de clasa aVa.Cineva s-a îndrăgostit...Ioana and X sitting in a tree,k-i-s-s-i-n-g.Nu vreau să fiu rea,dar nu văd partea care merită stelată.Observ că pe aici merge cu ab...
la Don\'t speak...Plouă! de Ioana Florea
Misty Look at me, I\'m as helpless as a kitten up a tree; And I feel like I\'m clingin\' to a cloud, I can\' t understand I get misty, just holding your hand. Walk my way, And a thousand violins begin...
la Nebel... de Alexandru Red