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TET.S. Eliot
Thomas Stearns Eliot, OM (26 September 1888–4 January 1965), was a poet, playwright and literary critic. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948. Among his most famous writings are the poems The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Waste Land, The Hollow Men, Ash Wednesday and Four Quartets; the plays Murder in the Cathedral and The Cocktail Party; and the essay "Tradition and the Individual Talent". Eliot was born in the United States, moved to the United Kingdom in 1914 (at age 25), and became a British subject in 1927 at the age of 39. Of his nationality and its role in his work, Eliot said: "[My poetry] wouldn't be what it is if I'd been born in England, and it wouldn't be what it is if I'd stayed in America. It's a combination of things. But in its sources, in its emotional springs, it comes from America."
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JKJoseph Rudyard Kipling
Joseph Rudyard Kipling (n. 30 decembrie 1865 Bombay, India - d. 18 ianuarie 1936) poet și prozator britanic, laureat al Premiului Nobel pentru Literatură în anul 1907. Este celebru prin povestirea sa pentru copii "Cartea Junglei" (1894), romanul indian de spionaj "Kim" (1901), poemele "Gunga Din" (1892) și "If— " (1895), numeroase schițe și nuvele. În 1934 i s-a acordat, alături de William Butler Yeats, Premiul Gothenburg pentru Poezie. În timpul vieții, a fost considerat, îndeobște, poet și i s-a oferit un titlu nobiliar și postul de poet laureat – ambele refuzate de Kipling. Kipling s-a născut la Bombay, India. Tatăl său a fost John Lockwood Kipling, profesor Școala de artă Jeejeebhoy, iar mama sa, Alice Macdonald. Se spune că părinții săi s-au cunoscut la Lacul Rudyard din Staffordshire, în Anglia, aceasta fiind originea prenumelui lui Kipling. În copilărie a fost trimis în Anglia unde a fost crescut de o femeie numită doamna Holloway. Se presupune că lipsurile și proasta îngrijire...
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DIDan Iordache
Am imigrat cu familia in Québec, Canada. In tara am fost traducator, profesor de istorie si engleza, fotoreporter si jurnalist. In Québec, am reluat studiile de arte plastice, am obtinut un Certificat in Artele Visuale. Din 2002 sunt artist visual profesionist iar din 2003 predau expresiunea artistica (in special pictura acrilica si acuarela).O parte din ce am facut se poate vedea fie pe www.artsquebec.ca (ca Ion Danu) fie pe id.sito.org/yan. I've immigrated to Sherbrooke, Quebec, Canada, with my family. In the old country I was a translator, a history teacher, a reporter, journalist and such. Here, in Quebec, I've did all kind of odd jobs and studied art until I've found my last job as an art teacher (and freelance visual artist). If interested, you can see what I do at : http://id.sito.org/yan/ J'ai imigré au Québec avec ma famille. En Roumanie, j'étais traducteur, professeur d'historie et d'anglais, photo reporter, journaliste. Au Québec, j'ai étudié à l'Université (j'ai une...
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WCWendy Cope
Wendy Cope is an award-winning contemporary English poet. She was educated at Farringtons School and read history at St Hilda\'s College, Oxford. She now lives in Winchester with the poet Lachlan Mackinnon. Following her graduation from St Hilda\'s College, Cope spent fifteen years as a primary-school teacher. In 1981 she became Arts and Reviews editor for the Inner London Education Authority magazine- Contact. Five years later she became a freelance writer and was a television critic for The Spectator magazine until 1990. Three books of her poetry have been published (Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis in 1986, Serious Concerns in 1992 and If I Don\'t Know in 2001), and she has edited several anthologies of comic verse. In 1998 she was voted the listeners\' choice in a BBC Radio 4 poll to succeed Ted Hughes as Poet Laureate. She was a judge of the 2007 Man Booker prize.
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Silviana
Vreau ceva consistent! Palpabil! Adevărat! În afară de cuvinte, n-am nimic! Cuvintele sunt cea mai mare bogăție a mea…restul e tăcere…vid…întuneric și nimic . Nu mă încarc cu regrete. Știu cine sunt. Dar toată lumea spune ca sunt nebună. Irațională și haotică. So what if I’m so…? It’s funnier ! Not to care and struggle…not to worry and have doubts….It’s heaven here! E much much better! Pentru că nu-mi pasă decât de tot ce e frumos și bun. Dau toxicul la schimb pentru zen. Și zen-ul ăsta e bun. E zen-ul meu, în care pot fii așa cum vreau, fără să-mi pese. Și nu-mi pasă…drept pentru care continui să fiu așa. Nimic interzis, nimic dubios…nimic nu e imposibil la mine pentru mine. Sunt cine vreau să fiu, și mă simt extraordinar de bine în compania mea . Ce praf sunt, am uitat să mă prezint…
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Kiss Andrei
If you can understand the me then I can understand the you!
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MBMaria Bungău
Nsscuta pe 6 martie 1987. In prezent studenta in anul I la Facultatea de Litere din Brasov. Si cum zice Fernando Pessoa "If, after I die, they should want to write my biography, There's nothing simpler. I've just two dates - of my birth, and of my death. In between the one thing and the other all the days are mine. "
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DBdorin bregu
... As in the words of the great De la Soul..... Me, Myself & I... Add me on Facebook /portaeporta/ if you wanna holla at me directly. Stay blessed.
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Dan Moldoveanu
'Somebody at one of these places ... asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it.' - Charles Bukowski
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Chwoika
mă plictisesc. într-o zi așa urâtă chiar nu am ce face. melodia se repeta obsesiv. îmi place. mă gândesc la tine și pe ritmul agresiv al lui marylin manson încep sa mă ating. mâna mea coboară lasciv pe tot corpul. îmi imaginez că ești tu, iubire. mintea mi-o ia aiurea și m-i te imaginez la picioarele mele, sărutându-mă cum numai tu știi să o faci. mâinile tale mă ating peste tot, iar buzele tale moi mă alintă. Mâna mea alunecă… „ I don’t care if you don’t want me… ‘ Cause I’m yours, yours, yours anyhow… “ și nu mă interesează nimic. mă gândesc numai la mâinile tale fine, la săruturile fără sfârșit. închid ochii și mă pierd. deodată simt o mână. aș putea să o recunosc oriunde. mă privești curios și mă întrebi ce fac. mă rușinez… nu am mai făcut-o niciodată … - Mi-era dor de tine iubire… când ai venit ? nu spui nimic și îmi faci semn să continui. mi-e greu la început, dar intru în joc. continui să mă mângâi și din când în când îți arunc câte o privire. mă privești și îți umezești...
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Metamorphosys
de Petrea Laurentiu Cristian
If you were sea A shore I\'d be Waiting so much To feel your touch; To feel your kiss On my dry lips Thirsty for love, Sent from above. I hope that tide Can be your guide, And lead you through My...
Earthly
de Arseny Tarkovsky
Earthly If I\'d been destined at birth To lie in the lap of the gods, I\'d have been reared by a heavenly wet-nurse On the holy milk of the clouds. I\'d be god of a stream or a garden, Keeping watch...
This day
de Alin Avram
I know I don\'t remember last weekend at all. Early this week were days that I just can\'t recall. Yesterday\'s through- What was I doing? Darned if I can say. But I know I\'ll never forget This day....
A Thousand Kisses Deep
de Leonard Cohen
You came to me this morning and you handled me like meat. You\'d have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet. My mirrored twin, my next of kin, I\'d know you in my sleep and who but you...
if I could be...
de blue
if I could be a bird I would fly to find your sweet body to lay on it, unkind. if I could be a wave your name would go to heaven, the way the echo goes with the scream of a raven. if I could be all...
If
de daniel preda
If I could catch a rainbow, I would do it just for you And share with you it\'s beauty, On the days you\'re feeling blue. If I could, I\'d build a mountain You could call your very own, A place to...
life, life
de Arseny Tarkovsky
1 I don\'t believe in omens or fear Forebodings. I flee from neither slander Nor from poison. Death does not exist. Everyone\'s immortal. Everything is too. No point in fearing death at seventeen, Or...
Discutie cu Candyce
de Luca Tiberiu
Candyce says: can i ask you something.....what are you sending me? PaDaS says: yep PaDaS says: Candyce says: what is it? Candyce says: how'd you do that? Candyce says: please tell me Candyce says:...
The Mountain
de Robert Frost
The mountain held the town as in a shadow. I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed that I missed stars in the west, Where its black body cut into the sky. Near me it seemed: I felt it like...
The Code
de Robert Frost
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always lifted toward the west Where an irregular sun-bordered cloud Darkly advanced with a...