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ABAlan Brownjohn
Alan Charles Brownjohn FRSL (born 28 July 1931) is an English poet and novelist. He was born in London and educated at Merton College, Oxford. He taught until 1979, when he became a full-time writer. He participated in Philip Hobsbaum's weekly poetry discussion meetings known as The Group. Alan Brownjohn is a Distinguished Supporter of the British Humanist Association. Works Travellers Alone (1954) poems The Railings (1961) poems To Clear the River (1964) novel, as John Berrington Penguin Modern Poets 14 (1965) with Michael Hamburger, Charles Tomlinson The Lions' Mouths (1967) A Day by Indirections (1969) broadsheet poem First I Say This: A Selection of Poems for Reading Aloud (1969) editor Sandgrains On A Tray (1969) Woman Reading Aloud (1969) broadsheet poem Synopsis (1970) Brownjohn's Beasts (1970) Transformation Scene (1971) broadside poem An Equivalent (1971) poem New Poems 1970 - 71. A P.E.N. Anthology of Contemporary Poetry (1971) edited with Seamus Heaney and Jon Stallworthy...
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PVPaul Valéry
Paul Valéry (1871-1945) - in full Ambroise-Paul-Touissaint-Jules Valéry French poet, essayist, and critic, who ceased writing verse for twenty years to pursue scientific experiments. Valéry was a member of the 19th-century poetic school of Symbolism, and its last great representative. Throughout his life Valéry filled his private notebooks with observations on creative process and his own methods of inquiry. He insisted that the mental process of creation was alone important - the poems were a by-product of the effort. "Enthusiasm is not an artist's state of mind", stated Valéry. T.S. Eliot has compared Valéry's analytical attitude to a scientist who works in a laboratory "weighing out or testing the drugs of which is compounded some medicine with an impressive name." "Poetry is simply literature reduced to the essence of its active principle. It is purged of idols of every kind, of realistic illusions, of any conceivable equivocation between the language of "truth" and the language...
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Thomas Moore
Thomas Moore (1779-1852) Irish poet, friend of Lord Byron and P.B. Shelley. Moore\'s writings range from lyric to satire, from prose romance to history and biography. His popular IRISH MELODIES appeared in ten parts between 1807 and 1835. Moore was a good musician and skillful writer of songs, which he set to Irish tunes, mainly of the 18th century. \'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. (from \'The Last Rose of Summer\') } Thomas Moore was born in Dublin as the son of a grocer. His background was poor and he never varnished it. In his poem \'Epitaph on a Tuft-Hunter\' he mocked snobbery: \"Heaven grant him now some noble nook / For, rest his soul! he\'d rather be / Genteelly damn\'d beside a Duke, / Than sav\'d in vulgar company.\" Moore studied at Trinity College, Dublin and London, and published his first book, THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS LITTLE, in 1801. He became in 1803 a civil officer to Bermuda, where he stayed for a...
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Hancu George
Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...
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Aline d\'Arbrant
Idol al feminismului extrem, Aline d\'Arbrant. Vom reveni cu detalii.
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Aronescu Alexandra
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DADámaso Alonso
Dámaso Alonso y Fernández de las Redondas (n. 3 octombrie 1898, Madrid - d. 25 ianuarie 1990) a fost poet, critic literar și filolog spaniol. Opera 1921: Poeme pure; mici poeme ale orașului ("Poemas puros. Poemillas de la ciudad") 1925: Vântul și versul ("El viento y el verso") 1935: Limba poetică a lui Góngora ("La lengua poética de Góngora") 1944: Fiii mâniei. Jurnal intim ("Hijos de la ira. Diario íntimo") 1944: Eseuri despre poezia spaniolă ("Ensayos sobre poesía española") 1944: Veste obscură ("Oscura noticia") 1950: Poezia spaniolă ("Poesía española") 1955: Om și Dumnezeu ("Hombre y Dios") 1952: Poeți spanioli contemporani ("Poetas españoles contemporaneos")
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MAmihaela aionesei
pasărea nu-și frânge zborul cât mai are loc de cioate
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Eny Franceska
O pustoaica de 15 ani pasionata de poezie, fotbal si multe altele
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buhai ana
sunt inca eleva.
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Alone...
de Musca Liviu Dumitru
Singur în noapte aștept Și-o singură inimă am în piept Doar vântul...înțelege Și vrea...să dezlege... prin farmec și cântec... I\'m alone...!
Alone
de Adina Pietrosanu
Sunt singură în lumea voastră sunt singură pe mal și singura lor privire e privirea mea Mă uit sub pietre de metal și mă găsesc deasupra unui nor sunt singură și nu vreau altceva decât o pernă și un...
“alone with you”
de Ottilia Ardeleanu
de o vreme pe mare stelele merg în trei farul se lungește hăt în taină armik dă bine pe inimă în timp ce iarna își rupe unghiile de ușa mea nu-i deschid are cheiul nesfârșit și pe tine sorb amar e...
You are not alone
de Florin DeRoxas
You are not alone, You are just lonely, Didn’t found yet That love so great. While I am around, You are not alone, You just have nobody To caress your body. Be strong, never quit, ‘Cause...
Born To Walk Alone
de Florin DeRoxas
born to walk alone sunt pasare adesea, sunt animal salbatic si sunt om. musc din sfarcul tau cu incredere oarba ca nu ai sa devii niciodata baba. suflet hain, poleit cu amageala, beau din vene-mi...
I\'m alone without you !
de Jiroveanu Elena
Sunt singura fara tine, O stii prea bine... Sunt ca nufarul pe apa Si ca cerul fara luna, Dar iubirea pentru tine Ma trezeste din visare Si-mi aduce ca pe-o boare Al tau chip si-a ta dulceata, Ale...
“Leave me alone” – Gulliver-Michael
de Dragoș Vișan
Defectele, slăbiciunea artistului Michael Jackson n-au contat în fața puterii sale de-a acuza politicile mioape americane și occidentale, ori de-a riposta în fața discriminărilor, plutocrației,...
i walk alone
de emilian valeriu pal
ginecologul îmi povestea că a ajuns s-o facă și pe asta o elevă de generală însărcinată în luna a șaptea îi ceruse scutire să-și motiveze absențele ca să vezi cum viața se schimbă după revoluție era...
Never walk alone și celelalte
de Ionuț Georgescu
-În valiză e un milion de dolari. Vrei să-i numeri? -Nu e nevoie. Știu cum arată un milion de dolari... (doi tipi din Sinaloa) Cabron, și eu știu cum arată poezia, nu trebuie s-o număr și s-o măsor...
I don't wanna be alone/when these bones decay
de Neagu Raluca
din inima zăpezii cresc trandafiri morți din trupul ei ne facem case și prieteni translucizi ar trebui să fim fericiți. ar trebui să fim stele căzătoare în părul unui uriaș. trăim dragostea mai...