"For My Lover, Returning To His Wife" – 3430 rezultate
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I'm just my ego's coma... my heart's deep poison It's just a waiste of time Waiting for your love poem..
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ASAnne Sexton
Anne Sexton was born Anne Gray Harvey in Newton, Massachusetts to Mary Gray Staples and Ralph Harvey. She spent most of her childhood in Boston. In 1945 she enrolled at Rogers Hall boarding school, Lowell, Massachusetts, later spending a year at Garland School. For a time she modeled for Boston`s Hart Agency. On August 16, 1948, she married Alfred Sexton and they remained together until 1973. She had two children named Linda Gray and Joyce Ladd. Poetry and Prose (collections and novels) Uncompleted Novel-started in the 1960s To Bedlam and Part Way Back (1960) The Starry Night (1961) All My Pretty Ones (1962) Live or Die (1966) – Winner of the Pulitzer prize in 1967 Love Poems (1969) Mercy Street, a 2-act play performed at the American Place Theatre (1969), published by Broadway Play Publishing Inc. Transformations (1971) ISBN 0-618-08343-X The Book of Folly (1972) The Death Notebooks (1974) The Awful Rowing Toward God (1975; posthumous) 45 Mercy Street (1976; posthumous) Anne Sexton:...
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Hancu George
Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...
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Florin Draghici
I'm just a soul, looking for my path...
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IRIonut Razvan
traieste fiecare clipa ca si cum ar fi ultima pe care o respiri I use reality as medicine for my fantasies
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Luis Molnar
Iubesc muzica rock si heavy metal. Mare fan al trupei Bullet for My Valentine. Nu sunt implicat in lumea literara (inca)
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DTDiana Todea
Born in Bucharest, 29.12.1982. diane.todea@gmail.com Poems published on SferaOnline and proses. Prose "Laguna" in Helion Almanah 2008. Prose "Un betivan notoriu" in "Familia" literary review, 2008. Ex-redactor EgoPHobia review, www.egophobia.ro Collaborator @ http://www.revistamanifest.eu/ Currently gathering poems in English for my first volume of poetry in English.
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Igor Ursenco
CURRICULUM VITAE(Epekeina tes ousias: "beyond the being" Plato)) It's my thirst which concedes that there is water... Irrigated, my soul awakes forth: I'm surviving my nigts,for I taper this body worth... I exceed all my fates.I should figth her wasted battles, anxious to allot penitences of Eva & wagger fleengs of Loth... Who I am? Could she know? Yet I master her thougts - trespassing my bounds - remote... May I be her breath, confined by - rather - things she sais me not..?
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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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C.J. VORTEXX
I'm waiting in my cold cell When the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life And it doesn't take much time 'cause at 5 o'clock They take me to the Gallows Pole The sand of time For me are running low...
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Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 5 - Letters, Etc. Letter from Miss Mina Murray to Miss Lucy Westenra. \"9 May. \"My dearest Lucy,- \"Forgive my long delay in writing, but I have been simply overwhelmed with work. The life...
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...
Into my arms
de Marian
I don\'t believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave...
Billie Jean
de Michael Jackson
She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene I said don\'t mind, but what do you mean I am the one Who will dance on the floor in the round She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor...
Sonnet LXIII
de William Shakespeare
Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time\'s injurious hand crush\'d and o\'er-worn; When hours have drain\'d his blood and fill\'d his brow With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn...
Gnomic Verses
de William Blake
i Great things are done when men and mountains meet; This is not done by jostling in the street. ii To God If you have form\'d a circle to go into, Go into it yourself, and see how you would do. iii...
A lover\'s complaint
de William Shakespeare
FROM off a hill whose concave womb re-worded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tun\'d tale; Ere long espied a...
Serenade (For Music)
de Oscar Wilde
The western wind is blowing fair Across the dark AEgean sea, And at the secret marble stair My Tyrian galley waits for thee. Come down! the purple sail is spread, The watchman sleeps within the town,...
I\'M YOUR MAN
de Leonard Cohen
if you want a lover I\'ll do anything you ask me to If you want another kind of love I\'ll wear a mask for you If you want a partner take my hand or if you want to strike me down in anger here I...
You Have Loved Enough
de Leonard Cohen
You Have Loved Enough I said I\'d be your lover. You laughed at what I said. I lost my job forever. I was counted with the dead. I swept the marble chambers, But you sent me down below. You kept me...