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René-Guy CadouRC

René-Guy Cadou

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René Guy Cadou est un poète français, né le 15 février 1920 à Sainte-Reine-de-Bretagne en Loire-Atlantique et décédé le 20 mars 1951 à Louisfert également en Loire-Atlantique. Né en 1920 à Sainte Reine de Bretagne, au cœur du marais de Grande Brière il est fils d’instituteurs laïques et vit une enfance heureuse. Il grandit dans une ambiance de préaux d’écoles, de rentrées des classes, de beauté des automnes, de scènes de chasse et de vie paysanne qui deviendront plus tard une source majeure de son inspiration poétique : « Mon père s’y plaisait en costume de chasse, Nous y avions de tendres rendez-vous… » Puis viendra à l’adolescence, le départ à Nantes pour le lycée, la mort de sa mère Anna, qui plongera l’adolescent dans une mélancolie profonde. La nostalgie de Sainte Reine et de cette enfance terrienne, végétale et heureuse hantera plus tard sa poésie lyrique. Brancardiers de l'aube (Les feuillets de l'Ilôt - 1937) Forges du vent (Sagesse - 1938) Retour de flamme (Les Cahiers de la...

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Théodore de BanvilleTB

Théodore de Banville

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Etienne Jean Baptiste Claude Théodore Faullain de Banville, né le 14 mars 1823 à Moulins (Allier) et mort le 13 mars 1891 à Paris, est un poète, dramaturge et critique français. Célèbre pour les Odes funambulesques et les Exilés, il est surnommé le poète du bonheur. Ami de Victor Hugo, de Charles Baudelaire et de Théophile Gautier, il est considéré dès son vivant comme l’un des plus éminents poètes de son époque. Il a notamment découvert le talent naissant d’Arthur Rimbaud. Banville unit dans son œuvre le romantisme et le parnasse (dont il fut l’un des chefs de file). Il professait un amour exclusif de la beauté et la limpidité universelle de l’acte poétique, s’opposant à la fois à la poésie réaliste et à la dégénérescence du romantisme, face auxquelles il affirmait sa foi en la pureté de la création artistique. Œuvres * 1843, Les Cariatides (recueil de poésie), salué par Charles Baudelaire. * 1846, Les Stalactites (recueil de poésie). * 1856, Odelettes (recueil de poésie) * 1857,...

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Cristian AmbrozeanuCA

Cristian Ambrozeanu

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"Jadis, si je me souviens bien ma vie était un festin où s'ouvraient tous les coeurs où tous les vins coulaient. Un jour, j'ai assis la beauté sur mes genoux et je l'ai trouvée amère et je l'ai injuriée." (A. Rimbaud, Une Saison en Enfer) Radicis multis exsilio natus residuum quaerens numquam inventum

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American Beauty

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Cristina

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ND

nicoleta d.

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no words are enough to say what I had lived...the words are plane and could not show the beauty that ihave lived...nothing is important to me, but my , myself and I...I could write my life with simple words but the sparkness of the real life could not be seen and felt...so all that I can say is that I live, not only exist...

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Anna SewellAS

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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Miroslav AnticiMA

Miroslav Antici

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Miroslav "Mika" Antiæ (March 14, 1932 – June 24, 1986) was a Serbian poet, journalist and painter. Antiæ was born in Mokrin, Vojvodina, Serbia (then Yugoslavia). He wrote poems, articles, dramas, movie and TV scripts and documentaries. Mika also acted in several movies, and was an amateur painter. His best known poem is "Srem", in which he mourns for dead in World War II and describes the beauty of Srem using "beæarac" song form. He is well known as a bohemian. Mika Antiæ is best known as a children and youth poet, a master of delicate and gentle sentiments. His bohemian, hard-drinking lifestyle is best illustrated by a barely translatable pun about him: "Èika Jova deci, èika Mika Antiæ dva deci" "Èika Jova deci" meaning "Mister Jova to the children", referring to Jovan Jovanoviæ Zmaj, a known children's poet. "Èika Mika Antiæ dva deci" means "Mister Mika Antiæ two deciliters", referring to drinking from a glass, likely of alcohol.

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AnvariA

Anvari

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Anvari (1126–1189), full name Awhad ad-Din 'Ali ibn Mohammad Khavarani or Awhad ad-Din 'Ali ibn Mahmud was one of the greatest Persian poets. He was born in Abivard of (now in Turkmenistan) and died in Khurasanian Balkh, now in Afghanistan, and studied science and literature at the collegiate institute in Tun (now Firdaus, Iran), becoming a famous astronomer as well as a poet. Anvari's poems were collected in a Deewan, and contains panegyrics, eulogies, satire, and others. His elegy "Tears of Khorasan", translated into English in 1789, is considered to be one of the most beautiful poems in Persian literature. The Cambridge History of Iran calls Anvari "one of the greatest figures in Persian literature". Despite their beauty, his poems often required much help with interpretation, as they were often complex and difficult to understand. Anvari's panegyric in honour of the Seljuk sultan Sultan Sanjar (1117–1157), ruler of Khorasan, won him royal favour, and allowed him to go on to enjoy...

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AmaraA

Amara

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"Poet divin, lumina fara moarte m-ajute-n grai iubirea-n veci fierbinte cu care pururi ti-am citit din carte" Infernul - Dante Alighieri This is me for forever One of the lost ones The one without a name Without an honest heart as compass This is me for forever One without a name These lines the last endeavor To find the missing lifeline Nemo - Nightwish Last dance, first kiss Your touch my bliss Beauty always comes with dark thoughts I wish... Wish I had an Angel - Nightwish

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Balada doamnelor din alte vremuri

de François Villon

Ballade des dames du temps jadis Dites-moi où, n'en quel pays, Est Flora la belle Romaine, Archipiades, ni Thaïs, Qui fut sa cousine germaine, Écho parlant quand bruit on mène Dessus rivière ou sur...

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Cântul iubirii

de Guillaume Apollinaire

Iată din ce-i făcut simfonicul cânt al iubirii e cântecul iubirii de altădată, e murmurul pierdutelor săruturi ale marilor iubiri sunt strigătele de iubire a muritorilor ce-i violară zeii. E bărbăția...

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Aventures solitaires

de Maria Gheorghe

Je dédie ce livre à mes parents, qui n’ont jamais vu la mer et qui n’ont connu que l’aventure du sacrifice, en me souvenant de ne pas leur avoir dit, comme il se doit, combien je...

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la 12 stinge lumina și se culcă

de Macovei Costel

da, despre ea vorbesc, despre această viață care ia decizii în numele meu în ultima vreme m-am retras privind viața ca pe-o succesiune de cadre în care nu apar decât sporadic în funcție de scenariu...

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Ballads

de Ana Steliana Nechita

Regatul de gheata 1.In raze de lumina Straluce o visare. Si-n lantul de-amintiri Se-aude o chemare. 2.Si tortele arzande Ca intr-o catedrala Sunt visele-omenirii Ce stau usor sa moara . 3.Departe-n...

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Dans, pina la sfirsitul iubirii

de LUMINITA SOARE

În cinstea ta frumoaso cînt, cu o vioară-aprinsă Dansează azi cu mine prin panica învinsă Ridică-mă ca pe-un cercel olive și mă înalță Pînă iubirea va muri. Să-ți ador frumusețea, te-am ascuns aici...

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je suis une ravissante diable

de Daniela Bîrzu

motoarele s-au oprit. cele care se învârt încă alimentează cu energie soarele, mașinile de gunoi și străzile. ne refugiem în camerele noastre albe și negre. niște încăperi obscure unde ne developam...

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Arhivarul

de Mihaela Rascu

Liniștea domnea compactă printre șirurile de rafturi înalte până la tavan. Sala în care lucra el putea să fie foarte bine un buncăr, cine ar fi știut că nu e? Nu avea ferestre, așa că nu vedea cerul...

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Sonet II

de William Shakespeare

Când patruzeci de ierni îți asaltează A ta sprânceană, bând din frumusețe, Podoaba tinereții - meditează - Va tremura ca buruieni răzlețe: Și întrebat vei fi unde sunt puse Minunăția și comoara...

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Ca sarcina chemarii te-a ucis

de Rautoiu Alin

- :tii că ești ciudat? Las-o baltă! zise un bărbat corpolent sorbind o băutură alcoolică. - Nu înțelegi, să trăiesc precum am trăit până acum înseamnă masochism. Să mă sinucid, chiar dacă este „la...

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