"At autumn's feet" – 2171 rezultate
0.01 secundeMeilisearchDan Moldoveanu
'Somebody at one of these places ... asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it.' - Charles Bukowski
17 poezii, 0 proze
Albert Einstein
Albert Einstein was born at Ulm, in Württemberg, Germany, on March 14, 1879. Six weeks later the family moved to Munich and he began his schooling there at the Luitpold Gymnasium. Later, they moved to Italy and Albert continued his education at Aarau, Switzerland and in 1896 he entered the Swiss Federal Polytechnic School in Zurich to be trained as a teacher in physics and mathematics. In 1901, the year he gained his diploma, he acquired Swiss citizenship and, as he was unable to find a teaching post, he accepted a position as technical assistant in the Swiss Patent Office. In 1905 he obtained his doctor\'s degree. During his stay at the Patent Office, and in his spare time, he produced much of his remarkable work and in 1908 he was appointed Privatdozent in Berne. In 1909 he became Professor Extraordinary at Zurich, in 1911 Professor of Theoretical Physics at Prague, returning to Zurich in the following year to fill a similar post. In 1914 he was appointed Director of the Kaiser...
2 poezii, 0 proze
Mircea Ciobanu
Was trained in literature at the Iasi and Bucharest universities. Authored books of fiction as well as poetry. He was among the earliest editors at Cartea Romaneasca, The Romanian Writers Union publishing house.
10 poezii, 0 proze
Mircea Ciobanu
Was trained in literature at the Iasi and Bucharest universities. Authored books of fiction as well as poetry. He was among the earliest editors at Cartea Romaneasca, The Romanian Writers Union publishing house.
1 poezii, 0 proze
SDsorin despoT
sorin [dot] despot [at] gmail [dot] com (nu abuza!)
45 poezii, 0 proze
IRIan Robertson
Professor Ian Robertson is Professor of Psychology at Trinity College Dublin and Director of Trinity College Institute of Neuroscience, posts he took up in 1999 after 8 years in Cambridge, England as a Fellow of Hughes Hall and a Senior Scientist at the internationally-renowned MRC Cognition and Brain Sciences Unit. He has a worldwide reputation in neuropsychology and is at the forefront in the development of training methods for improving brain function, publishing over a hundred and fifty scientific articles in leading journals such as Nature, Psychological Bulletin, Current Biology and many others. He is also author and editor of 10 scientific books and is a regular keynote speaker at conferences on brain function throughout the world. He is one of the world’s leading researchers in brain rehabilitation and his most recent research has demonstrated how it is possible to improve mental function in ordinary people who don\'t have illness or brain disorders. A former writer for the...
2 poezii, 0 proze
Ada Ionescu
I am a news editor at a local radio in my hometown. "Pe unde trec las umbra înfiptă ca o sperietoare în gradina iubirii. Vreau să mă întorc mai târziu și să zic: Umbră, fă-te copil!"
62 poezii, 0 proze
PBPaul Bogdan
N, 03.05.1968 contact: paul.bogdan(at)agonia.net-Debut în poezie: "Poezii", volum în tandem realizat împreună cu Ioana Andreea Bogdan, 2004;-Debut în proză: Antologia concursului național "Ion Creangă" povești și povestiri, 2004;-Semnatar al manifestului literar Boierismul;-Publicat cu articole, poezie și proză în cotidiane și reviste literare;-Nuvele în limba armeană în revistele Marmara (Constantinopol), Harach (Paris)-2004 Medaliat de Președinția României cu Ordinul "Meritul Cultural" în grad de Ofițer;-Editura Vremea, în colecția teatru: Arevahar, 2008.-Editura Timpul, poezii: Exerciții de singurătate, 2012 , 2018 Volum de poezii Trepte dinspre Dumnezeu.
443 poezii, 0 proze
Fred Moramarco
Dr. Moramarco is a Professor of English at San Diego State and the Editor of Poetry International, an annual journal of new poetry published there. He is the co-author of Containing Multitudes: Poetry in the United States Since 1950 and Modern American Poetry, and co-editor of Men of Our Time: Male Poetry in Contemporary America. ,,I\'ve devoted a lot of my life to poetry. Reading it, writing it, writing about it. In her wonderful novel, \"Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant,\" Anne Tyler writes, \"There ought to be a whole separate language for truth.\" I think there is such a language--the language of poetry. Poems create the miracle of connecting our inner lives. We live in a world where the language of advertising, commerce, and politics are so filled with falseness, deception, and manipulation, that we have an absolute longing to hear words spoken from the heart, with clarity, precision, and authenticity.``
2 poezii, 0 proze
Admiel Kosman
Born in Israel in 1957, he is professor at the University of Potsdam and the Academic director of Abraham Geiger College in Berlin. He is the author of 7 books of poetry, and the editor of an anthology of Mystical-Religious poetry (with Meiron Eizakson). Admiel Kosman has also a column in ‘Haaretz’ (an Israeli newspaper) on traditional stories in a postmodern light. His last book which deals with modern readings of Talmudic stories is “Men’s Tractate: Rav and the Butcher and other Stories – On Manhood, Love and Authentic Life in Aggadic and Hassidic Stories” (Keter, Jerusalem 2002).
14 poezii, 0 proze
The Sphinx
de Oscar Wilde
In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir For...
A Thousand Kisses Deep
de Leonard Cohen
You came to me this morning and you handled me like meat. You\'d have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet. My mirrored twin, my next of kin, I\'d know you in my sleep and who but you...
Laura
de Paul Valéry
Since dawn she has been with me, Laura, alone in a private sphere. Solitude I name this closed system where all things are alive. At this first hour I bank neither with my days nor with my nights,...
CORONA
de fara cuvinte
Autumn eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends. From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk: then time returns to the shell. In the mirror it\'s Sunday, in dream there is room for...
Song of wine
de Emile Nelligan
Fresh in joy\'s live light all things coincide, This fine may eve! like living hopes that once Were in my heart, the choring birds once Their prelude to my window open wide. O fine may eve! o happy...
Intre doua valuri (HAIKU)
de HF Noyes
*** delta dawn - a smoky sky colors the seaweed smell zori in delta - cerul fumuriu coloreaza mirosul de alge *** quiet oars up the unwary river in the twilight vasle tacute in sus pe raul increzator...
Canto 49
de Ezra Pound
For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses: Rain; empty river; a voyage, Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight Under the cabin roof was one lantern. The reeds are heavy; bent; and...
If you forget me
de Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body...
Silet
de Ezra Pound
When I behold how black, immortal ink Drips from my deathless pen - ah, well-away! Why should we stop at all for what I think? There is enough in what I chance to say. It is enough that we once came...
Desespoir
de Oscar Wilde
The seasons send their ruin as they go, For in the spring the narciss shows its head Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red, And in the autumn purple violets blow, And the slim crocus stirs the...