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Lassi Nummi (born 1928) considers himself a prose-writer who has strayed into poetry. In a career spanning almost half a century and 25 collections of poetry, his preoccupations, and his central metaphors, have remained constant: landscape, trees, bushes, blades of grass. Interview by Tarja Roinila; poems translated by Herbert Lomas and Anselm Hollo 'During my "social period" I was on the board of the Writers' Union, and its chairman from 1969 to 1972; after that I worked for the Uusi Suomi newspaper and for the PEN Club, whose chairman I was from 1983 to 1988. I was a member of the Bible translation committee for the entire period of its existence, 17 years. A completely different choice would have been to become either a Buddhist or a Christian monk, or then to be a really convinced down-and-out- that might have been the most elegant solution. One could have regulated one's liquid intake, but the freedom of movement would have been pleasant. At the moment I am working out how much...

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Stefan Lucian Muresanu

Ștefan Lucian MUREȘANU has got a BA in General Anthropology from the American University by Mail, New York-București, a BA in Romanian-French Literature from the Hyperion University, Bucharest, an MA and a PhD in Philology from the Institute of Ethography and Folklore Constantin Brăiloiu (Romanian Academy). He is currently a lecturer at the Faculty of Literature and Foreign Languages, The Hyperion University, Bucharest covering such areas as. Ethnology and Folklore, Cultural Anthropology, Mythology. He also acted as a visiting professor at the Chair of Cultural Antropology, Ethnology and Folklore, the Faculty of World Semiotics (the American University by Mail). He is a writer of historic novels and studies in such fields as general antropology, ethnology and folklore. Chief editor and deputy chief editor with a range of cultural dailies and magazines as well as a member of choice professional bodies and associations such as The Writers’ Leagues, Romania, the Association of Romanian...

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Wendy Cope

Wendy Cope is an award-winning contemporary English poet. She was educated at Farringtons School and read history at St Hilda\'s College, Oxford. She now lives in Winchester with the poet Lachlan Mackinnon. Following her graduation from St Hilda\'s College, Cope spent fifteen years as a primary-school teacher. In 1981 she became Arts and Reviews editor for the Inner London Education Authority magazine- Contact. Five years later she became a freelance writer and was a television critic for The Spectator magazine until 1990. Three books of her poetry have been published (Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis in 1986, Serious Concerns in 1992 and If I Don\'t Know in 2001), and she has edited several anthologies of comic verse. In 1998 she was voted the listeners\' choice in a BBC Radio 4 poll to succeed Ted Hughes as Poet Laureate. She was a judge of the 2007 Man Booker prize.

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Desăvârșita Domniță Florentină

Compiuta Donzella Fiorentina este pseudonimul unei poete din secolul XIII. Existența ei, îndelung contestată, este astăzi în general acceptată de către critică. Contemporană cu Nina Siciliana, iubita lui Dante da Maiano *** La) Compiuta Donzella, called either di Firenze or Fiorentina, was the earliest poetess of the Italian language. Three of her sonnets survive in a single manuscript, and one is half of a tenzone. Compiuta may be her given name, but more probably a senhal (code name). Her full name translates "the accomplished young lady from Florence". Her existence was once in doubt and she was considered a construct of the poets, but this view has been discarded. In A la stagion che 'l mondo foglia e fiora ("In the season when the world sends forth leaves and flowers"), Compiuta complains of her father's choice of a husband for her. She is miserable at sprintime, when other lovers are rejoicing. In Lasciar voria lo mondo e Dio servire ("I would like to leave the world to serve...

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andra n

"it looks i've reached the crossroad.. remains of what i am still still waiting on the sidewalk to fill this peaceful day the burden of a choice my past dissolved..erased would you belive my world?"

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John Keats

John Keats John Keats (October 31, 1795 – February 23, 1821) was one of the principal poets of the English Romantic movement. During his short life, his work received constant critical attacks from the periodicals of the day, though politics, rather than aesthetics, often dictated those opinions. By the mid-nineteenth century, however, audiences began to appreciate more fully the significance of the cultural change his work both presaged and helped to form. Elaborate word choice and sensual imagery characterize Keats' poetry. He often felt himself working in the shadow of past poets, particularly Milton and Spenser, and only towards the end of his life produced his most original and most memorable poems, including a series of odes that remain among the most popular poems in English. Oscar Wilde, the aestheticist non pareil was to later write: "[...] who but the supreme and perfect artist could have got from a mere colour a motive so full of marvel: and now I am half enamoured of the...

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Ioan Tițian

Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...

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Andreea Nicolae

Ambrosial, appealing, attractive, captivation, charming, cute, darling, dear, delectable, delicious, delightful, dishy, fetching, heavenly, lovable, luscious, pleasing, precious, sexy, suave, archangelic, beatific, beneficient, celestial, cherubic, devout, divine, entrancing, ethereal, godly, good, heavenly, holy, humble, innocent, lovely, otherworldly, pure, radial, rapturous, righteous, saintly, self-sacrificing, seraphic, virtuous, greeable, ambrosial, appetizing, charming, choice, dainty, darling, delicate, delightful, divine, enjoyable, enticing, exquisite, gratifying, heavenly, inviting, luscious, lush, palatable, pleasant, pleasurable, rare, sapid, satisfying, savory, scrumptious, tasty, toothsome, yummy, amusing, boisterous, convivial, diverting, enjoyable, entertaining, good, lively, merry, pleasant, witty, accurate, all right, always there, authentic, authoritative, believable, convincing, credible, dependable, down home, ethical, exact, fly right, honest, honorable, kosher,...

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Duca Horia

So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's gonna change. I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on. Going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc, and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, D.I.Y., game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, 9:00 to 5:00, good at golf, washing the car,choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by,looking ahead to the day you die.

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Choice Land

de RAPCEA ROMULUS

Eu sunt BADEA și curând voi fi un BRAND în așa zisul “choice land” Sunt un om ca toți ceilalți, Nici mai presus, dar nici mai prejos decât mulți alții. Îmi place să fiu deschis, direct și critic, iar...

Romania, the land of choice

de Alin Farcas

Hello our dear turiști străini, And welcome pe la noi prin țară! If you arrived with jebu` plin… Most certain stați o zi ș-o sară. Călătorit-ați by the plane? Then watch out în aeroport! Because...

Incidentul

de Ioan Florin Stanciu

Incidentul \"pentru că asta-i toată puterea mea: să stau și să privesc.\" Umberto Saba Fragmentul acesta, publicat în revista Ex Ponto, nr. 4 (25), (anul VII) 2009, face parte dintr-un roman în...

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Þara lui Papură Vodă

de RAPCEA ROMULUS

Ptiu, ptiu, ptiu să nu le fie de deochi acestor parlamentari din Þara lui Papură Vodă. Dragii lor de parlamentari, frumoși și dolofănei, de îți vine să-i papi ca pe niște gogoși umflate și umplute pe...

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Deruta și retragerea la malgași

de Dragoș Vișan

Bucureștiul nu mai rămăsese decât o minusculă și izolată localitate. Dincolo de blocurile cu opt etaje se întindea altceva. Iar dincolo de altceva era aiurea, tare aiurea. Peste aiurea urma...

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Voices in vain

de Culcean Calin Lucian

Convinced to build the world anew, God took the sun and turn it cold, Divided earth in many little churches, One for each soul of young and old… …The time has come… My mind, is full of sorrow, My...

The Witch of Coos

de Robert Frost

I staid the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They did all the talking. MOTHER Folks think a witch who has familiar spirits She could call up...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book III

de John Milton

Book III Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam\'d? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity,...

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Romania. land. second land. of choise. of course.

de Vasile Munteanu

București 2010. formatul tipărit încă supraviețuiește. nu știu de ce. fondul forestier ar fi salvat într-un procent apreciabil. oricum pe nimeni nu interesează cum gândește celălalt. toți sunt...