"Colours of Taste" – 93 rezultate
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I long for what life has in mind for me...the tone of a voice...the line of a song...the sound of a colour...the black of an eye... To feel...that is the purpose of ME
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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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PARADISE LOST -- Book V
de John Milton
Book V Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so customed; for his sleep Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred, And temperate...
Laboratory, The
de Robert Browning
ANCIEN RGIME. I. Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze thro\' these faint smokes curling whitely, As thou pliest thy trade in this devil\'s-smithy--- Which is the poison to poison her,...
Birds
de Saint-John Perse
A man at sea, feeling noon in the air, lifts his head at this wonder: a white gull opened on the sky, like a woman\'s hand before the flame of a lamp, elevating in daylight the pink translucence of a...
Cluj Shorts își redeschide porțile
de Adina Ungur
Festivalul International "CLUJ SHORTS" își redeschide porțile pentru participanții care doresc să-și înscrie filmele în ediția a doua, care va avea loc în primăvara anului 2014. Înscrierile se fac în...
The pot of flowers
de Théophile Gautier
Sometimes a small boy finds a tiny seed And takes a porcelain pot whose colours charm His eye to serve as a garden-bed, Where monstrous blossoms and blue dragons swarm. He goes away. Down snakes the...
pseudo-poems of a zen master
de Alina Manole
1 johnny cash hurt michael andrews gary jules mad world david\'s song dana scrie după un tablou de sorin popa 2 a man is a person come from nowhere as waves and colours melting a virtual sky 3 pe...
Up and down in the dark
de Sholly
Conceived Of straw and trimmings Rags and cloth, Lace and stiches, Wasn\'t supposed To have a soul - Marionette. Her once bright colours Withered shades, Fervent expressions Fade away. The thigh is...
story....
de Florea Ana-Maria
Grey! That was the colour that described everything around him:nature,atmosphere,colours....everything... One glance around him and he felt as if the colour entered his soul,never to leave it! He got...
Me.jpeg
de Florina Daniela Florea
am găsit o fotografie în bătrânețe scanate două riduri galbene axa x de la pământ y pe pământ cicatrice senila zdrențuită pe margine de lume ciobul de oglindă planul privit ca în palmă cât vezi cu...
sorry..
de oana stanescu
I’m sorry I want more than I can get, more than I’ll ever get.. I’m sorry for being what I am I’m sorry for being at all but it wasn’t my choice.. I’m sorry for choosing not to choose I’m sorry for...
BLUE
de cristina boruga
One day a butterfly set on my nose and sais: I want you to speak about blue as if this is the last time a minute has 60 seconds. Well, I know blue is the colour of my coffee cup in the morning. I...
Amintiri
de Maria Prochipiuc
Într-un colț de cer Rădăcinile eternității Iși sapă secunda în taină. Iluzie clădită Pe-un strop de moarte! Culoarea vântului Trist Scrie silabele iubirii... Eu sunt, Tu ești ... a nu mai fi!...
s.o.s
de andra bunea
Ninge cu fulgi mari, pufoși ca buzele tale! Tu, fulg de pernă îți rostogolești inima prin aerul transpirat de pielea unei femei pur-sânge pe care-o iubești. Eu, fulg de nea te caut prin patul...
Intre frig si realitate
de Dragomir Rodica
Obișnuiam să mă citesc ușor, Să văd prin azi-ul tău mâinele nostru, Aveam un plan, Un vis, Sete uscată, Umedă, Și beam în taină Din ceea ce-mi povesteam La o șuetă cu cealaltă eu Că va urma. ,, I had...
stare
de Adina Batîr
Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me This supermarket life is getting long What is the heart life of a colour TV What is the shelf life of a teenage queen (Roger Waters – Amused To Death) mă crezi sau...
Heart of glass
de Miruna Gavriliu
What am I to you? - A black-and-white pokemon pinned on a canvas, a fluffy explorer roaming the interstellar space, a drop-dead hag, but not yet in her bloom Yet no harm’s done And nothing’s coming...
Sonnet CXLIV: Two loves I have of comfort and despair
de William Shakespeare
Two loves I have of comfort and despair Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour\'d ill. To win me soon to hell, my female...
