"Feelings of a Republican on the Fall of Bonaparte" – 607 rezultate
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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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Nikki Giovanni
Pe numele adevarat Yolande Cornelia Giovanni, a urmat cursurile Universitatii Fisk. E membru activ in The Black Arts Movement, o comunitate de intelectuali de culoare din SUA, care activeaza pentru respectarea drepturilor negrilor si egalitate rasiala. Opera majora: Black Feeling, Black Talk (1968). Black Judgement (1968). Night Comes Softly (1970). Poem of Angela Yvonne Davis (1970). Illustrated by Charles Bible. Re: Creation (1970). Gemini: An Extended Autobiographical Statement on My First Twenty-Five Years of Being a Black Poet (1971). Spin a Soft Black Song: Poems for Children (1971). Illustrated by Charles Bible. In My House (1972). Dialogue (1973). Foreword by Ida Lewis; Afterword by Orde Coombs. Conversations with James Baldwin. My House, Ego-Tripping and Other Poems for Young People (1973). A Poetic Equation: Conversations between Nikki Giovanni and Margaret Walker (1974). The Women Gather (1975). Broadside. The Women and the Men (1975). Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day (1978)....
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Osho
Tantra is a very revolutionary concept - the oldest and yet the newest. Tantra is one of the oldest traditions and yet untraditional, even antitraditional, because tantra says unless you are whole and one you are missing life altogether. You should not remain in a split state: you must become one. What to do to become one? You can go on thinking but that is not going to help because thinking is the technique to divide. Thinking is analytical. It divides;it splits things. Feeling unites, synthesizes, makes things one. So you can go on thinking, reading, studying, contemplating. It is not going to help unless you fall back to the feeling centre. Sex can be a very deep fulfillment, and sex can throw you back to your wholeness, to your natural, real being, for many reasons. Those reasons have to be understood. One, sex is a total act. You are thrown off your mind, off balance. That is why there is so much fear of sex. You are identified with the mind, and sex is a no-mind act. You become...
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Radu Contes
The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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Adrian Foltean
Born in Arad and and found poetry through fear of expressing feelings directly by speaking
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LALucretia Aerdo
Blissfull Ignorance Ignis And Feelings Overstimulated Neurons Glamour As Hypocrisy Race Against Time Antarctic Emotions Fall of Angels Is it Life? My Life? EnD.
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Cristina Toropu
I was born in Tg-Jiu ( the beatiful place where people might admire Brancusi's monumental masterpieces), Romania. After getting my Master's degree in Mathematics from University of Bucharest and working for four years as Junior Assistant Professor in Romanian-American University, Bucharest, I decided to leave my country in order to study some more Mathematics. After spending two years in Montreal, Canada, I moved to USA where I am currently doing my Ph.D in Mathematics. Writing poems helps me convey ideas and feelings to other people. It happend that two short poems of mine, translated in French, got published in " North Texas World Literatures Review" Vol. 2, ETC... , run by the Foreign Language Department of UNT, Denton, TX, USA.
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Jurcut Gheorghe Cristian
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Delia Grosu
electric.feelingx@yahoo.com made in the '90s
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The Use and Abuse of History
de Friedrich Nietzsche
The Use and Abuse of History (1878) By Friedrich Nietzsche Forward \"Incidentally, I despise everything which merely instructs me without increasing or immediately enlivening my activity.\" These are...
Diving inside you
de Feather B
I’m diving in the deep end of my life. What for? Too many reasons... But they never understand me... They didn;t, they don’t and they won’t Understand me. Diving in the deep end of a fight. Where you...
The psalm of a dew-drop
de Iustina Daniela Cucu
It is raining now Like a sonnet-how Am I feeling? I have a past I had a last Moment... It was hand-written In the Holy Scriptures The libretto of my life- I am listening so hard... Because in the...
A lung-full
de Dragos
The drops of rain sparkle ruby and turn to blood falling down my chest, on my face, onto dirt. The same soul that once hated the eerie storm now drops down in the puddle of blood in ecstasy blending...
Portrait of a Lady
de T.S. Eliot
Thou hast committed— Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. I AMONG the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange...
Me and I
de Dima Bogdan
I\'m that part of you that will never trust me. I\'m not a free stranger in a friendly world. I\'m runing away from you don\'t want love. I\'m the rest of what I hope I will be. I\'m all that you...
Finding the right path
de Cristina
Since young Nadejda\'s destiny was decided by others, The adult life she began as a child; Her life represents the embodiment of a curved, dark tunnel, She accomplished her goals with more than one...
Loneliness is a Promise
de oana stanescu
I was so wrong..so unafraid so happy..so hopeful..so far I was.. Why do I even bother to hope? Why was there a smile on my face? Why this hell? I thought I had something I thought I was dreaming...
never the same: Romania and Bulgaria
de Felix-Gabriel Lefter
Never the same: Romania and Bulgaria Suspicious, holding the blade in trembling hands, always carrying on each other trouble, or superiority, as it takes, competing, hating, trying to do something...
@To live is to suffer
de Marinescu Victor
cei mai mulți se feresc de poezie în poezie și au tot felul de explicații pentru asta cînd ar trebui să fie simplu. _ @the abyss also looks into you cînd am înțeles că de fapt carnea am închis ochii...