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FOFrank O\'Hara
Poetul Frank O'Hara (numele la nastere Francis Russel O'Hara) s-a născut la 27 martie 1926, in Baltimore, statul Maryland, Sua. A absolvit Universitatea la Michigan, unde obține distincția de "Hopwood Award" pentru poeyie. Între 1951 și 1956 trăiește la New York, fiind angajat al Muzeului de Artă Modernă și curator al expozițiilor. În jurul anilor '50 se alătură poeților John Ashbery și Kenneth Koch, conducători ai grupului cunoscut sub denumirea de "Poeții de la New York". Se stinge din viață la 25 iulie 1966. Printre oprele sale se numără: "Meditations in an Emergency" (1957); "Second Avenue" (1960); "Awake in Spain" (1960); "Lunch Poems" (1964); "Love Poems" (1965); "In Memory of my Feelings" (1967).
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EEEvtim Evtimov
Născut 28 octombrie 1933 - Petrich - Bulgaria Opera poetică: 1959 - Pleoape treze 1962 - Leagăn sub culmi 1964, 1970, 1974 - Baladele Pirinului 1966 - Iubire pentru iubire 1967 - Lirice 1968, 1972 - Poem pentru Bulgaria 1969 - Omul 1969 - Vulturul Pirinului 1971 - Nopți 1972 - Pământ bulgar 1972 - Floare de castan 1974 - Iubire pentru iubire (Versuri alese) 1975, 1978 - Vinul ales 1977 - Rotirea vulturilor 1979 - Cântece de ritual 1980 - Nopți Born October 28, 1933 in Petrich. Evtim Evtimov is a Bulgarian poet, author of some of the most beautiful love poems. Graduate of the Institute for Elementary School Teachers in Petrich. Former teacher, program director of the Petrich radio, secretary of the local community centre, head of "Poetry" section and director of "People's Youth" Publishing House, deputy editor-in-chief of "Flame" magazine, editor-in-chief of "Literary Front" newspaper and of "Patriotism" magazine. Author of the poetry books "Awake Eyelids", "Pirin Ballads", "Love for...
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WRWilliam Robert Rodgers
William Robert Rodgers (1909 – 1969), known as Bertie, and born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, was probably best known as a poet, but was also a prose essayist, a book reviewer, a radio broadcaster and script writer, a lecturer and, latterly, a teacher, as well as a former Presbyterian minister. He was born in Belfast and grew up in Mountpottinger in the east of the city. At school he showed a talent for writing and went on to read English at Queen\'s University Belfast where he won a number of prizes for literary essays, graduating in 1931. On completion of his degree, he entered Presbyterian Theological College and was ordained as a Presbyterian minister in 1935. He was first appointed to Cloveneden Church, Loughgall, County Armagh, where he was minister for 12 years. In 1936 he married Marie Harden Waddell, a medical doctor who set up practice in the village. Awake! and Other Poems (1941) was given glowing reviews in Britain and America, although the first edition was almost totally...
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KIKeiko Imaoka
Beginner\'s Mind (Keiko Imaoka - Tucson, Arizona) I cannot be sure when I first became aware of haiku and tanka in my childhood in Japan. They seemed to have existed for a long time in the perimeter of my awareness, undifferentiated from proverbs, mottoes, aphorisms, and song lyrics that were phrased in similar forms. Sometime during my grade school years, \"Ogura Hyakunin-Isshu\" (\"Ogura Collection of One Hundred Tanka\", edited by Teika Fujiwara around 1235) became known to me as a New Year\'s card game, in which players compete to capture shimonoku cards (100 cards on each of which the last half of a verse is printed, spread out on the floor in front of the players) that finish the verses being read aloud. At abacus school, where we played this game at every new year\'s party, my prowess in the game improved dramatically when I was in the sixth grade, after I had memorized all the poems with my tenth-grade sister who was required to do so in her archaic grammar course in school. I...
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Igor Ursenco
CURRICULUM VITAE(Epekeina tes ousias: "beyond the being" Plato)) It's my thirst which concedes that there is water... Irrigated, my soul awakes forth: I'm surviving my nigts,for I taper this body worth... I exceed all my fates.I should figth her wasted battles, anxious to allot penitences of Eva & wagger fleengs of Loth... Who I am? Could she know? Yet I master her thougts - trespassing my bounds - remote... May I be her breath, confined by - rather - things she sais me not..?
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CMCecilia Meireles
Cecília Benevides de Carvalho Meireles (1901-1964, Rio de Janeiro) was a Brazilian writer and educator, known principally as a poet. She is a canonical name of Brazilian Modernism, one of the great female poets in the Portuguese language, and is widely considered the best poetess from Brazil, though she rightly combatted the word "poetess" because of gender discrimination. She traveled in the Americas in the 1940s, on one trip visiting the U.S.A, Mexico, and on others Argentina and Uruguay, and Chile. In the summer of 1940 she gave lectures at the University of Texas, Austin. She wrote two poems about her time in the capital of Texas, and a long (800 lines) very socially-aware poem "USA 1940", which was published posthumously. As a journalist her columns (crônicas, or chronicles) focused most often on education, but also on her trips abroad in the western hemisphere, Portugal, other parts of Europe, Israel, and India (where she received an honorary doctorate). As a poet, her style was...
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IMIohann Mayer
An emissary of the Queen Christina of Sweden to the khan of the Tartars Islam Giray the 3rd, Iohann Mayer made a journey through Moldavia during May 1651. He was sent to accompany the Tartar messenger who had brought to the queen the letter of the khan that contained proposals of common operation against Poland and he was to hand over to the khan the answer of the queen as well. He passed through The White Citadel for the first time in December 1650 on his way towards Crimea. Now, in the summer of the next year, he was coming back on the same route and was finding again the same boatmen he had used six months earlier, on leaving. One cannot be aware of any other details of his winter journey towards Crimea, no other details about his itinerary through Moldavia he is most likely to have used to make his way to the khan` s court. His journey diary is preceded with the words: These are those that happened and occurred during my journey to Bakhchisaray and during the period I spent there,...
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FDFernand Dumont
S-a născut la Montmorency, Canada, în anul 1921. A fost profesor de științe sociale la Universitatea din Laval. Poeziile sale au un vers dens, viguros, în căutarea unei etici noi, față de impasurile omului modern. A publicat volumul Îngerul dimineții (1952) *** Fernand Dumont, sociologist, philosopher, theologian and poet (b at Montmorency, Que., June 24, 1927; d at Québec, May 1, 1997). Dumont is considered one of the most prominent intellectuals Quebec has ever produced. An interdisciplinary scholar concerned with the fate of culture and the place of humanity in modern society, he successfully reconciled the dissimilar forces driving his efforts as a teacher striving to impart knowledge; as a researcher seeking to build a consistent, diversified body of work; as a leading scientist aware of the importance of collaboration; and as an intellectual committed to earthly politics while bearing witness to his Christian faith. Born to a working-class family of modest means, he never forgot...
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Awake
de Jim Morrison
Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day\'s divinity First thing you see. A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon Couples...
awake
de dan petrut camui
vineri, prima zi din septembrie o zi obișnuită în care oamenii nu cred în paradoxul materiei și al spiritului când ploaia întoarce la capătul zilei aud voci pe care nu le înțelegeam până atunci omizi...
sleeping awake
de emilian valeriu pal
trag plapuma peste cap. nimic nu mă poate atinge sub această manta invizibilă. sub această membrană. în curînd se face cald. sufocant. trebuie să rezist dacă scot capul nu am nimic de văzut....
This is the noise that keeps me awake
de alice drogoreanu
orice tren are două locomotive când vor cu adevărat toate aceste sentimente stranii neprevăzute am să mă joc puțin pe text cu impresia vicioasă că mă uit pe gaura cheii fără bilet încep să mă gândesc...
social atrophy
de emilian valeriu pal
awake tot ce mai țin minte. vocile unor bărbați și chicotitul maică-mii. apoi totul revine. îți dă telefon să iei bere pentru muncitorii care au venit să schimbe țevile de la calorifere. ai adormit...
In my dreams...
de mihaela
When you awake to a golden dawn,know that i love u and taht i envy the very sun that shines above you. And as you go about the day,remembe that i`m thinking of you,and that my heart is with you in...
reply
de Craig Burke
Ahh NEVER let the dreaming end and awake to find a way. A way to complete thyself and thy inner meaning. We are servants of the day and slaves of sleep. Lest us cease our complacent resting and...
Look for the Truth
de Alexandru Red
In the house of my soul In the rooms of ugliness and cold Memories locked away All the doubts and fears I never faced . Now they come again I am falling down to meet with them Fears within us all...
Pressure
de Alexandru Red
I just need this to be all right I can\'t feel this another night. I can\'t take this I come unglued I might breakdown in front of you Necessary to medicate I\'m not sleeping can\'t stay awake. Am...
The tomb of Charles Baudelaire
de Stéphane Mallarmé
The buried temple through the sewer\'s dark Sepulchral mouth that drools out mud and rubies Reveals abominably some god Anubis His whole snout blazing with a savage bark Or should the new gas twist...
Famous blue raincoat
de Leonard Cohen
It\'s four in the morning, the end of December I\'m writing you now just to see if you\'re better New York is cold, but I like where I\'m living There\'s music on Clinton Street all through the...
Without you
de Laura Kiritescu
From dawn till dust everything disappeared so fast... Remember what we had now, when it\'s all dead the things you said to me and the way you made me see that life is meaningless without you. The...