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MAMaya Angelou
Maya Angelou born Marguerite Ann Johnson on April 4, 1928)is an American autobiographer and poet. Having been called "America's most visible black female autobiographer" by scholar Joanne M. Braxton, she is best known for her series of six autobiographies, which focus on her childhood and early adulthood experiences. The first, best-known, and most highly acclaimed, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (1969), focuses on the first seventeen years of her life, brought her international recognition, and was nominated for a National Book Award. Angelou has had a long and varied career, holding jobs such as fry cook, dancer, actress, journalist, educator, television producer, and film director. She was a member of the Harlem Writers Guild in the late 1950s. She was active in the Civil Rights movement, and served as Northern Coordinator of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'s Southern Christian Leadership Conference. Angelou has been highly honored for her body of work, including being awarded over 30...
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Black Octy
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BTBlack goddess of Tears
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Golita Ciprian
Posed o minte ciudata.Nu stiu,poate abia acum ma definesc ca OM.Am 18 ani,sunt Berbec(nu prea cred in zodii)dar cat de cat mi se potriveste.Imi place sa scriu poezii ca sa ma relaxez sau sa ma amuz pe anumite teme. Sper ca voi fi acolo unde vreau si sper ca va plac versurile mele(nu sunt cine stie ce,dar ma straduiesc). Altceva...nimic deosebit!
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Victor Lupu
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OIOprea Cristina Iulia
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IMioan mircea
am terminat scoala generala nr. 23 din craiova,iar acum am ajuns in clasa a XI-a a gr. sc. ind. transp. c. f.vreau sa urmez o facultate,si apoi dumnezeu stie...
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Alexandra Katharsys
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nicoleta d.
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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Iioana
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Haiku-ul românesc la concursurile internaționale
de Maria Tirenescu
Am văzut că interesul față de haiku a membrilor Agonia.ro a sporit. Fiecare creator înțelege în alt mod să scrie, fiecare vrea să fie altfel decât colegii lui, fiecare încearcă să dea variante… Cred...
Sonnet LXXIII
de William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin\'d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou...
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...
Athanasia
de Oscar Wilde
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught Of all the great things men have saved from Time, The withered body of a girl was brought Dead ere the world\'s glad youth had touched its prime, And...
Darkness
de George Gordon Noel Byron
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening...
Darkness
de George Gordon Noel Byron
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening...
44 de ani...
de Florin Hulubei
44 de ani și nimic important... doar un fir de lumină subțire pe sub ușa închisă noaptea e cel mai frumos mormânt al sufletelor noastre încă treze când ochii ni-s întorși spre vis către nimicul din...
Mark
de Nichita Stănescu
Mark Like a little bird on a white egg here I am craving for you like a wite bird on a black egg here I am craving for you like no one and no thing here I am craving for you like one bereaved of all...
THE GRIFFIN
de Alina Mihai
I took the path of silence and of black night The sunlit world was far behind me The grass swayed gently in the moonlight And trees were tall, and starry sky And yet all these I could not see. On...
Mad Song
de William Blake
The wild winds weep And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs infold: But lo! the morning peeps Over the eastern steeps, And the rustling birds of dawn The earth do scorn. Lo! to the...