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Anatole France, pseudonym for Jacques Anatole Thibault (1844-1924), was the son of a Paris book dealer. He received a thorough classical education at the Collège Stanislas, a boys\' school in Paris, and for a while he studied at the École des Chartes. For about twenty years he held diverse positions, but he always had enough time for his own writings, especially during his period as assistant librarian at the Senate from 1876 to 1890. His literary output is vast, and though he is chiefly known as a novelist and storyteller, there is hardly a literary genre that he did not touch upon at one time or another. France is a writer in the mainstream of French classicism. His style, modelled on Voltaire and Fénélon, as well as his urbane scepticism and enlightened hedonism, continue the tradition of the French eighteenth century. This outlook on life, which appears in all his works, is explicitly expressed in collection of aphorisms, Le Jardin d\'Épicure (1895) [The Garden of...
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Hardly had I left the house
de Dorin Popa
when, all of the sudden,implacable all the doors closed hermetically exactly when I was about to leave this house this life this death oh, so many things are to be done when nothings is left to be...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 13 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary The funeral was arranged for the next succeeding day, so that Lucy and her mother might be buried together. I attended to all the ghastly formalities, and the urbane...
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...
The Sphinx
de Oscar Wilde
In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir For...
One of us cannot be wrong
de Leonard Cohen
I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me. But the room just filled up with mosquitos, they heard that my body was free. Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your...
There had been
de lupu ionut catalin
după o poezie de Brigitte Gyr Camera are în prim-plan imaginea unui perete alb, unde sunt scrise cu sânge cuvintele: "the one who writes". După câteva secunde în care camera zabovește asupra...
Flowers and Answers
de Coana Loenida
She sat in rapt contemplation of the tiny tender flower she was slowly, methodically destroying. She wondered at how this age-old childhood ritual had come to hold so much importance to her now. “He...
“it’s like I hardly see the sky someday”
de Cristian Laza
Parcă e dimineață, sau cel puțin așa mi se zice, “scoală bă, jegosule, că iar ai dormit in pișat” nu merge să-l mai mint că nu mă mai ține vezica, acu vede și el sticla de lângă mine. Deocamdată...
what does it mean
de flory
When you stare at the window, what do you see.What does it mean to really live, to breathe,see,feel,know and listen. What does truth do to a person, does it improve or destroy them.Is there really...
mIRC dream
de Coana Loenida
I stumbled onto you, half by mistake, trying to elude the hounds who have no discretion or taste. You were a polite voice, in a world of ramble, A gentleman searching for more than the tepid...
Spleen
de George Lână
De câteva zile iubito ce delicat îmi strâng de gât izbucnirile așteptând dezghețul ce se anunță cu mâinile în buzunarul hainei hoinărind prin orașul acesta spânzurat de verdeața din jur ca un nod de...
Ochii ei
de George Lână
Râul - mai verde decât Tujas decât brazii din maluri și mult pe deasupra ochii ei mai verzi și mai limpezi ca râul cu miezul lor de magneziu însuflețesc peisajul din jur tezaurizează secunda mă...
L\'Ile inconnue. Barcarolle.
de Théophile Gautier
Tell me, my young pretty, Where would you like to go? The sail unfolds its wing The breeze is coming up! The oar is of ivory The flag of silk The rudder of fine gold For ballast I have an orange For...
Carte haiku
de Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu
Conținutul (strict versurile, imaginile fotohaiku fac parte dintre cele postate de mine mai demult pe acest site) cărții mele de haiku Umbra unui fluture, publicată în februarie la Editura PIM....
Albert Einstein\'s Words on Spirituality and Religion
de Albert Einstein
(The following quotes are taken from The Quotable Einstein, Princeton University Press unless otherwise noted) \"My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who...
harly new year
de emilian valeriu pal
a fost odată o sticlă de lacrima lui ovidiu pe care o toantă a spart-o pe autostrada din franța îmi venea să ling șoseaua de ciudă mai ții minte? cumpărasem sticla cînd am împlinit 30 și voiam s-o...
Interviu: Chris Hardy - între poezie și muzică
de Iulia Tanase
Chris Hardy - între poezie și muzică Chris Hardy este poet și muzician britanic. Locuiește în Londra, dar a trăit o perioadă în Africa și în Orientul Mijlociu. În prezent își distribuie timpul între...