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Reed WhittemoreRW

Reed Whittemore

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Reed Whittemore, poet, critic, jurnalist literar, profesor. S-a născut la data de 11 septembrie 1919 Născut la New Haven, Connecticut, Reed Whittemore a studiat la Universitatea Yale; actualmente este profesor la Colegiul Carleton din Northfield, Minnesota. A publicat următoarele volume de versuri: Eroi și eroine(Heroes and Heroines, 1946) Un american pleacă la plimbare(An American Takes a Walk, 1956) Selfmade Man și alte poeme(The Self-made man and Other Poems, 1959) Băiatul din Iowa(The Boy from Iowa, 1962). A editat și două periodice literare. Poetry Heroes & Heroines ([1946) An American Takes a Walk (1956) The Self-Made Man (1959) The Boy from Iowa (1962) Poems, New and Selected (1967) Fifty Poems Fifty (1970) The Mother's Breast and the Father's House (1974) The Feel of Rock: Poems of Three Decades (1982) The Past, the Future, the Present: Poems Selected and New (1990) Ten from Ten & One More (2007) The Season of Waiting: Selected Poems: 1946-2006 (Hebrew trans by Moseh Dor)...

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William WordsworthWW

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth was born on April 17, 1770 in Cockermouth, Cumberland, in the Lake District. His father was John Wordsworth, Sir James Lowther\'s attorney. The magnificent landscape deeply affected Wordsworth\'s imagination and gave him a love of nature. He lost his mother when he was eight and five years later his father. The domestic problems separated Wordsworth from his beloved and neurotic sister Dorothy, who was a very important person in his life. With the help of his two uncles, Wordsworth entered a local school and continued his studies at Cambridge University. Wordsworth made his debut as a writer in 1787, when he published a sonnet in The European Magazine . In that same year he entered St. John\'s College, Cambridge, from where he took his B.A. in 1791. During a summer vacation in 1790 Wordsworth went on a walking tour through revolutionary France and also traveled in Switzerland. On his second journey in France, Wordsworth had an affair with a French girl, Annette...

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Adam DruckerAD

Adam Drucker

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The power of word and a child\'s imagination walk their way through Doseone\'s works creating music described by Urb as \"so indelible you may have to physically turn it off and take a breather.\" From his sought after release \'Hemispheres\' to his poetic soundscape \'Slow Death\', his releases have overflowed with such style that it prompted one reviewer to dub him \"an artist who may turn out to be one of our generation\'s most important.\" One of hiphop\'s most prolific artists, he is the driving force behind Themselves, Deep Puddle Dynamics, cLOUDDEAD, and Greenthink and has provided guest vocals for a slew of other notable releases. From an east coast birth, to a midwest education, and now a westcoast lease, its full circle and all heart. \"Some kids just gotta be different, and some kids just gotta be Doseone.\" - Vice

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François-René de Chateaubriand

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François-René de Chateaubriand (4 septembrie 1768 - 4 iulie 1848) a fost un scriitor francez, politician și diplomat. Este considerat fondatorul romantismului în literatura franceză. Principala sa lucrare este "Geniul creștinismului sau Frumusețea religiei creștine" (1802), publicată ulterior în numeroase ediții. A fost ales membru al Academiei Franceze în 1811 Engleză François-René, vicomte de Chateaubriand(4 September 1768 – 4 July 1848) was a French writer, politician and diplomat. He is considered the founder of Romanticism in French literature. Born in Saint-Malo, the last of ten children, Chateaubriand grew up in his family's castle in Combourg, Brittany. His father, René de Chateaubriand (1718-86), was a former sea captain turned ship owner and slave trader. His mother's maiden name was Apolline de Bedée. Chateaubriand's father was a morose, uncommunicative man and the young Chateaubriand grew up in an atmosphere of gloomy solitude, only broken by long walks in the Breton...

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Nikki Giovanni

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Pe numele adevarat Yolande Cornelia Giovanni, a urmat cursurile Universitatii Fisk. E membru activ in The Black Arts Movement, o comunitate de intelectuali de culoare din SUA, care activeaza pentru respectarea drepturilor negrilor si egalitate rasiala. Opera majora: Black Feeling, Black Talk (1968). Black Judgement (1968). Night Comes Softly (1970). Poem of Angela Yvonne Davis (1970). Illustrated by Charles Bible. Re: Creation (1970). Gemini: An Extended Autobiographical Statement on My First Twenty-Five Years of Being a Black Poet (1971). Spin a Soft Black Song: Poems for Children (1971). Illustrated by Charles Bible. In My House (1972). Dialogue (1973). Foreword by Ida Lewis; Afterword by Orde Coombs. Conversations with James Baldwin. My House, Ego-Tripping and Other Poems for Young People (1973). A Poetic Equation: Conversations between Nikki Giovanni and Margaret Walker (1974). The Women Gather (1975). Broadside. The Women and the Men (1975). Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day (1978)....

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Ioan Tițian

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Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...

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Anna Sewell

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Anna Sewell (30 March 1820 – 25 April 1878) was an English novelist, best known as the author of the classic novel Black Beauty. Anna Mary Sewell was born in Great Yarmouth, Norfolk, England into a devoutly Quaker family. Her father was Isaac Phillip Sewell (1793-1879), and her mother, Mary Wright Sewell (1798 - 1884) was a successful author of children's books. Anna Sewell had one sibling, a younger brother named Philip Sewell. Anna Sewell was largely educated at home. When Anna was twelve years old, the family moved to Stoke Newington, where Sewell attended school for the first time. Two years later, however, she slipped while walking home from school and severely injured both of her ankles. Her father took a job in Brighton in 1836, partly in the hope that the climate there would help to cure her. Despite this, and most likely because of mistreatment of her injury, for the rest of her life Anna was unable to stand without a crutch or to walk for any length of time. For greater...

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Duca Horia

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So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's gonna change. I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on. Going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc, and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, D.I.Y., game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, 9:00 to 5:00, good at golf, washing the car,choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by,looking ahead to the day you die.

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Taneda Santôka

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Taneda Santōka, birth name: Taneda Shōichi; 3 December 1882 - 11 October 1940) was the pen-name of a Japanese author and haiku poet. He is known for his free verse haiku. Santoka, an ordained Zen priest, after spending most of his life wandering all over the country as a begging monk, chose to settle in Matsuyama only to die 10 months later. The humble cottage where he dwelt -- Isso-an (A Blade of Grass Hermitage) is preserved north of Ehime University. His books and documents are also preserved in Shiki Memorial Museum. "In February of 1929 I received ordination as a monk and became resident priest at Mitori Kannon-do in the countryside of Kumamoto Prefecture. It was truly a solitary forest life (sanrin dokuju); as for quietness it was quiet, as for loneliness it was lonely -- such a life it was." (Taneda Santoka - from "Sômokutô") The Zen he was ultimately to practice, however, though traditional, was unusual. It was the Zen of solitary walking. The open road was to become...

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John Willy Kopperud

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It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...

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\"A walk to remember..\"

de ciornei corina

Love is always patient and kind.It is never gelous..Love is never boustfull,no consided.It is never rude or selfish..It does not take offence and it is not resendfull..Love takes no pleasure in...

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​”Podul diavolului” de Radu Paraschivescu, sau ce mi-a mai rămas și mie de rezumat după atâtea rezumate online

de Bogdan Geana

” Niciun autor de romane polițiste nu are voie să scrie cărți în care ucigașul e servitor sau majordom ”, așa își începe Radu Paraschivescu romanul ”Podul diavolului”, cu un citat din Willard...

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Raison d'Etre

de irinel

“...and did you exchange a walk on part in a war for a lead role in a cage!” Mi-aș fi dorit să nu mă fi trezit în dimineața aceea, să nu fi deschis ochii, nici atunci, nici niciodata,...dar...

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when the sky keep silence

de blue

when the sky keep silence just the hearts talk, when everything is wrong, our love takes a walk. when roses are blooming and birds sing, it’s a dream of fools rushing in. when the sun is gone...

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Wish you were here

de Roger Waters

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell And did they get you to trade...

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Wish You Were Here

de Pink Floyd

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade...

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