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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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OOtilia
It's personal.
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John Willy Kopperud
It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...
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noemi todean
it's me....the same ....so, am terminat liceul la colegiul national andrei muresanu dej ...am castigat premiul intii la concursul de poezii 'pana de aur' la nivel national,am participat la diferite olimpiade de limba si literatura romana si latina in cadrul scolii generale si liceu. sunt in anul III la facultatea de psihologie babes bolyai cluj napoca.lucrez ca receptioner sef la black tulip hotel dej, hotel de 4 stele.
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Nedelea Emanuel
"Life's a wheel of fortune and it's my chance to spin it."Tupac Amaru Shakur
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zero nume
some other time ....it's so lonnnng ....u'll get bored
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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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Mantra Shirokuro
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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Anisia Mădălina Sara Trandafir
22.12.1982 / 21.09.1985 Well. It used to be some way. Now, it's just a little bit strange. But I cannot tell the difference!
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CFCarmen Fenesan
"Well. I'll tell you somethin' about your famous future. Every day I wake up, it's still the present. The same grimy, boring present. I don't think this future thing exists." (Titan AE)
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CORONA
de fara cuvinte
Autumn eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends. From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk: then time returns to the shell. In the mirror it\'s Sunday, in dream there is room for...
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...
Why
de Emma
Why is it life so dear to us? Why is it pure,magic and thus Sparkling,hidden under mists of grass, On the ground of sky Lightened by the faithful moonly rye. However absurd this definition seems This...
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...
Laura
de Paul Valéry
Since dawn she has been with me, Laura, alone in a private sphere. Solitude I name this closed system where all things are alive. At this first hour I bank neither with my days nor with my nights,...
My November Guest
de Robert Frost
My Sorrow, when she\'s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will...
Rezultatele celei de a doua ediții a concursului de haiku Sharpening the green pencil
de Corneliu Traian Atanasiu
S-au primit 394 poeme de la 199 de participanți din 5 continente și 38 de țări. Premiul I Asni AMIN Singapore, SINGAPORE letting go... the butterflies I'll never see again lăsați să plece … fluturi...
Song of wine
de Emile Nelligan
Fresh in joy\'s live light all things coincide, This fine may eve! like living hopes that once Were in my heart, the choring birds once Their prelude to my window open wide. O fine may eve! o happy...
Soul-Written Miniatures in Words…
de Andrei Lucian Dragoi
Sands… Her breasts put together are the most wonderful castels ever built in the primordial sands… Unfortunately they have no windows… I could have seen The First Man-Rise!… Pictures The spirits of...
Canto 49
de Ezra Pound
For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses: Rain; empty river; a voyage, Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight Under the cabin roof was one lantern. The reeds are heavy; bent; and...