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T.S. EliotTE

T.S. Eliot

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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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Mâncu GabrielaMG

Mâncu Gabriela

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Motto-ul meu? If you wanna live life on your own terms, U gotta be willing to crash and burn a...si... inca ceva: trăiesc zi de zi cu îngrijorarea și speranța deopotrivă că nu mă voi maturiza niciodată... gabimancu@yahoo.com http://gabitsa.wordpress.com/

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silviu vasileSV

silviu vasile

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Attopoet Jurist, inginer si scriitor. The greatest weapon anyone can use against us is our own mind. By preying on the doubts and uncertainties that already lurk there. Are we true to to ourselves? Or do we live for the expectations of others? And if we are open and honest, can we ever truly be loved? Can we find the courage to release our deepest secrets, or in the end are we all unknowable... even to ourselves.

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Lorraine Ellis HarrLH

Lorraine Ellis Harr

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Lorraine Ellis Harr was one of the important figures in the history of American haiku. She lived in Portland, Oregon, where for almost four decades she worked tirelessly to promote the understanding of the haiku form and to encourage the reading and writing of haiku in English through the publication of a quarterly journal, Dragonfly, the organization, Western World Haiku Society and the fifteen books of her own poems in all the Japanese genres . Internationally known poet and editor, Kazuo Sato once commented that if Lorraine Ellis Harr lived in Japan, she would be a national treasure. Opal Lorraine Ellis Harr was born on Halloween, October 31, 1912, in Sullivan, Illinois. Her father left the family when she was three years old. The mother and three girls (Lorraine is the youngest) moved to Cooperstown, North Dakota to live for several years before moving to Portland. Her mother had a sister who lived there. The sister's husband promised Lorraine's mother a job if they moved to...

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dumitru iftime

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ofiter de marina (in rezerva) scafandru de mare adancime (...rezervat) vesnic tanar

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noname

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If life is a bitch then U are my bitch!!! Got it? Traducerea: Da mama cu biciu`n mine si pe urma da-mi si una peste poponeatza c-am fo` o gajica rea de tot si am si o cocoaja intre craci care se cheama carici!

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Kiss Andrei

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If you can understand the me then I can understand the you!

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Vincent Dario

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If you would be interested enough U will ask me...

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nephalimN

nephalim

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Who keeps an arrow in his bow, And if you prod him, lets it go? A fervent friend, a subtle foe –

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dorin breguDB

dorin bregu

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... 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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Sonnet XL

de William Shakespeare

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; All mine was thine before thou hadst this more. Then...

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Sonnet LXX

de William Shakespeare

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander\'s mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven\'s sweetest air. So thou be good, slander doth...

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On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year

de George Gordon Noel Byron

Missolonghi, Jan. 22, 1824 \'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The...

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The Star-Splitter

de Robert Frost

`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his hands, he looks in on me Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something I should have done by...

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Despre mine,despre ea...

de Iliescu Alexandru

\"...if love is a lie,what is it all for??\". Dar nu e o minciună, pentru că eu iubesc, iubesc cu sufletul , cu inima, cu totul. Iubesc fără speranță dar iubesc. Ea e tot ce mi-am dorit vreodată, dar...

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You make me feel...

de Cristina

You make me feel Like love is real But when you\'re not here I realize it\'s not. I need you to lead me In this cold dark world, I need you to teach me All about love. Is love just a game All about...

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The Passionate Pilgrim

de William Shakespeare

I. WHEN my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor\'d youth, Unskilful in the world\'s false forgeries. Thus vainly...

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if you love somebody, let him free

de Mariana Pancu

în casa bunicii crăciunul avea un parfum aparte a mere coapte, turte cu nuci și scrijele portocalele, un lux pe care mama și-l permitea rareori, le puneam în brad minunâdu-ne de frumusețea lor, erau...

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Love a woman

de Florin DeRoxas

love a woman for being woman, love a woman for being smart, and if you know you love a woman show you love her from your heart. love a woman for being childish, try to really understand, the woman...

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why?

de blue

why it’s love a sweet nightmare, but we still dream? why it’s the soul empty and our thoughts unclean? why to be a product of love when you’ll never get love? why we die, if our...

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