"Hours of Silence" – 378 rezultate
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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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DDdiaconescu diana
"Though nothing can bring back the hour,of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, we will grieve not, but rather find strength in what remains behind." william wordsworth
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Anise Koltz
BIOGRAPHIE Née le 12 juin 1928 à Luxembourg-Eich. Fondatrice et organisatrice des Journées de Mondorf (rencontres internationales d\'auteurs et de poètes, 1963-1974). Membre de l\'Académie Mallarmé, Paris, du Pen-Club de Belgique, et de l\'Institut Grand-Ducal des Arts et Lettres. Elle vit à Luxembourg et écrit en trois langues. PRIX LITTERAIRES Gouvernement luxembourgeois, 1962. Claude Sernet, 1981. Jean Malrieu, 1991 Blaise Cendrars, 1992 Antonio Viccaro, Wallonie-Bruxelles, 1994 International price, Struga, 1994 Grand prix de littérature hors de France, Académie royale, Brux. 1994 Prix Batty Weber, Luxembourg, 1996 Prix Apollinaire 1998 LIVRES PARUS AUX EDITIONS PHI Chants de Refus I poèmes, 1993 Prix Antonio Viccaro / Wallonie-Bruxelles, 1994 traduit en italien, en portugais, en macédonien et en roumain Chants de Refus II poèmes, 1995 Le mur du son poèmes, 1997 La terre se taît poèmes, 1999 Le cri de l\'épervier poèmes, 2000 Le porteur d\'ombre poèmes, 2001 Prix Apollinaire 1998
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Anise Koltz
BIOGRAPHIE Née le 12 juin 1928 à Luxembourg-Eich. Fondatrice et organisatrice des Journées de Mondorf (rencontres internationales d\'auteurs et de poètes, 1963-1974). Membre de l\'Académie Mallarmé, Paris, du Pen-Club de Belgique, et de l\'Institut Grand-Ducal des Arts et Lettres. Elle vit à Luxembourg et écrit en trois langues. PRIX LITTERAIRES Gouvernement luxembourgeois, 1962. Claude Sernet, 1981. Jean Malrieu, 1991 Blaise Cendrars, 1992 Antonio Viccaro, Wallonie-Bruxelles, 1994 International price, Struga, 1994 Grand prix de littérature hors de France, Académie royale, Brux. 1994 Prix Batty Weber, Luxembourg, 1996 Prix Apollinaire 1998 LIVRES PARUS AUX EDITIONS PHI Chants de Refus I poèmes, 1993 Prix Antonio Viccaro / Wallonie-Bruxelles, 1994 traduit en italien, en portugais, en macédonien et en roumain Chants de Refus II poèmes, 1995 Le mur du son poèmes, 1997 La terre se taît poèmes, 1999 Le cri de l\'épervier poèmes, 2000 Le porteur d\'ombre poèmes, 2001 Prix Apollinaire 1998
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ITIoan 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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IVIon Vitner
Ion Vitner (n. 19 august 1914, București, d. 1991) este un scriitor și critic român asociat cu proletcultismul. Chiar dacă primele sale volume de versuri sunt asociate cu avangarda, ele sunt tot în spiritul literaturii proletare de mai târziu... Opere * Octombrie, 1932 (publicat sub numele de Ion Wittner) * Supremul adevăr, editura unu, București, 1933 (ediție hors-commerce cu un portret de M. Grünspan și cu un autoportret-colaj de autor; publicat sub numele de Ion Wittner) * Critica criticii, 1949 * Pasiunea lui Pavel Corceaghin, 1949 * Fronturile de luptă ale lui C. Dobrogeanu-Gherea, 1949 * Influența clasei muncitoare în opera lui Eminescu și Caragiale, 1949 * Poezia lui A. Toma, 1950 * Viața și opera lui D. Th. Neculuță, Editura pentru Literatură și Artă a Uniunii Scriitorilor din R.P.R., București, 1950 * Problema moștenirii literare, 1952 * Eminescu, Editura de Stat pentru literatură și artă, București, 1955 * Un mare scriitor al Chinei de Azi: Go Mo-Jo, Editura de Stat pentru...
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