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0.01 secundeMeilisearchWang Jiaxin
nascut in 1957 redactor la \"Revista de poezie\" din Beijing
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MWMaria Wine
Birth: Jul. 8, 1912 Death: Apr. 22, 2003 Author and Poet. Renowned Swedish author and poet, born in Copenhagen, Denmark. Her real name was Karla Lundkvist, but was known as her pseudonym, Maria Wine. Her childhood - growing up in orphanage and foster-home - she described in the auto-biographical "Man har skjutit ett lejon" (1951). She had several collections of poems and novels published, among them "Vinden ur mörkret" (1943), "Feberfötter" (1947) and "Minnena vaknar" (Awakening memories) from 1994, about her life with famed author/poet Artur Lundkvist, whom she married in 1936.
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WWWang Wei
Wang Wei (699-759) a fost un poet chinez din epoca dinastiei Tang (începutul Renașterii chineze). A fost un virtuos poet al naturii și un budist fervent care a preferat să rămână mirean, deținând chiar funcții înalte în aparatul de stat. A fost, în același timp, și pictor, dar puține tablouri au fost păstrate, și numai sub formă de reproduceri realizate de alți artiști. Atât picturile cât și poemele sale au avut o mare influență asupra generațiilor viitoare. *** Wang Wei (699–759) was a Tang Dynasty Chinese poet, musician, painter, and statesman. He was one of the most famous men of arts and letters of his time. His paintings survive only in later copies by other artists, but numerous poems are preserved and some were included in the highly influential 18th century anthology, Three Hundred Tang Poems. Originally from Qi (Modern day Qi County of Shanxi), Wang Wei moved to PuZhou (today Yong Ji, Shanxi). He was of Han ethnicity. Born into an aristocratic family, Wang Wei passed the...
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metea emil
nascut
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MVmirela vlaica
-acum:pierduta printre scoici just_bluewind@yahoo.com
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Gabriela Nitu
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Teslaru Georgiana
n 4 aprile 1983
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JOJohnny Opera
I'd rather not.
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MDmurariu ioana diana
primul lucru la care m-am gandit
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ABaurora bahan
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pigs on the wing
de Gelu Diaconu
sunt sărbătorile anuala descindere de la pol a moș crăciunilor prefabricați în hypermarketuri oamenii împing conștiincioși cărucioarele pline se stă frumos la coadă se fac urări de sezon e o...
... wing...
de Ioniță Loredana
O să mă doară ușile tâmplelor când o să-mi ciocnești mintea cu nevoia ta de a cânta tare și asurzitor. Ești un copil gălăgios care încă-și mai caută glasul printre sticle pline de iarbă și grâu. Așa...
Dive in my vein
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Dive in my vein, I\'m alive... Feel my pain strifeing outside the walls, Take a dive down the pipes into my soul, Dig into my story... your wing on my clouds, your Ming dinasty nails into my hair,...
Sonnet LXXVIII
de William Shakespeare
So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse And found such fair assistance in my verse As every alien pen hath got my use And under thee their poesy disperse. Thine eyes that taught the dumb on high to...
PARADISE LOST -- Book VII
de John Milton
Book VII Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill I soar, Above the flight of Pegasean wing! The meaning, not the...
Gift of a Poem
de Stéphane Mallarmé
I bring you the child of an Idumaean night! Black, with wing bleeding, pale and unfeathered, Through the glass burnt with incense and gold, Through the panes, frozen, and still gloomy, alas The dawn...
L\'Ile inconnue. Barcarolle.
de Théophile Gautier
Tell me, my young pretty, Where would you like to go? The sail unfolds its wing The breeze is coming up! The oar is of ivory The flag of silk The rudder of fine gold For ballast I have an orange For...
The Phœnix and the turtle
de William Shakespeare
Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou shrieking harbinger, Foul precurrer of the fiend, Augur of the fever\'s...
The Return
de Ezra Pound
See, they return; ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain Wavering! See, they return, one by one, With fear, as half-awakened; As if the snow...
The Tuft of Flowers
de Robert Frost
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made his blade so keen Before I came to view the levelled scene. I looked for him behind an isle...