"Kindness" – 20 rezultate
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SHSelima Hill
Poet Selima Hill was born on 13 October 1945 in London, England and grew up in rural England and Wales. She read Moral Sciences at New Hall, Cambridge (1965-7). She regularly collaborates with artists and has worked on multimedia projects with the Royal Ballet, Welsh National Opera and BBC Bristol. She is a tutor at the Poetry School in London, and has taught creative writing in hospitals and prisons. Selima Hill won first prize in the 1988 Arvon Foundation/Observer International Poetry Competition for her long poem The Accumulation of Small Acts of Kindness, and her 1997 collection, Violet, was shortlisted for the Forward Poetry Prize (Best Poetry Collection of the Year), the T. S. Eliot Prize and the Whitbread Poetry Award. Her book of poetry, Bunny (2001), a series of poems about a young girl growing up in the 1950s, won the Whitbread Poetry Award. Selima Hill lives in Dorset. Her most recent book of poetry is The Hat (2008).
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EMEdna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950) was an American lyrical poet and playwright and the first woman to receive the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. She was also known for her unconventional, bohemian lifestyle and her many love affairs. She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work. Millay was born in Rockland, Maine to Cora Lounella, a nurse, and Henry Tollman Millay, a schoolteacher who would later become superintendent of schools. Her middle name derives from St. Vincent's Hospital in New York, where her uncle's life had been saved just prior to her birth. In 1904 Cora officially divorced Millay's father for financial irresponsibility, but they had been separated for some years prior. Struggling financially, Cora and her three daughters — Edna (who would later insist on being called "Vincent"), Norma, and Kathleen — moved from town to town, counting on the kindness of friends and relatives. Though poor, Cora never traveled without her trunk full of...
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EFErich Fried
Erich Fried (um 6. Mai 1921 in Wien geboren und am 22. November 1988 in Baden-Baden gestorben) war ein österreichischer Lyriker, Übersetzer und Essayist jüdischer Herkunft. Erich Fried wuchs in Wien als einziges Kind einer jüdischen Familie auf. Sein Vater Hugo war Spediteur und seine Mutter Nellie Grafikerin. Bereits als Fünfjähriger trat er mit einer Kinderschauspielgruppe auf verschiedenen Bühnen Wiens auf. Fried besuchte das Gymnasium Wasagasse am Alsergrund. Bald nach dem Anschluss Österreichs an Deutschland starb im Mai 1938 Frieds Vater an den Folgen eines Verhörs durch die Gestapo. Daraufhin emigrierte Erich Fried über Belgien nach London, wo er viele Jahre bleiben sollte. Er gründete dort die Selbsthilfegruppe Emigrantenjugend, der es gelang, viele Gefährdete, darunter auch seine Mutter, nach England zu bringen. Während des Kriegs schlug er sich mit Gelegenheitsarbeiten als Bibliothekar, Milchchemiker, Fabrikarbeiter durch, wurde anschließend Mitarbeiter bei zahlreichen neu...
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To smile with the smile of a god
de Andrei Dumitrescu
For to see with the eye of the mind is to embrace the seeing with the flame of blue darkness, For to breathe with the breath on the angel is to love with the unkind kindness of invisible creatures...
Anna
de Theodor Zeiss
Anna Tu Anna esti o mica stea, Ce straluceste zi si noapte A ta tacere aduce soapte Ce murmura in mintea mea. Lumina ta cea dinlaunt, In taina sufletul cuprinde Si linistit in mine-ntinde Un val...
Sonnet XXXVI
de William Shakespeare
Let me confess that we two must be twain, Although our undivided loves are one: So shall those blots that do with me remain Without thy help by me be borne alone. In our two loves there is but one...
Neconcordanțe
de diana weisz
I (sau trei care înseamnă tot primul și poate și ultimul uneori când am ghinion) _______________________________________________ Days of thunder marching through the shades of blue Bastard din coji...
11 ianuarie 2017
de Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu
Am ieșit afară în ger, croindu-mi drumul printre nămeți și pe asfaltul lunecos, obeză și cu trupul greoi - dar mulțumesc lui Dumnezeu că am avut haină de iarnă și adidași iarna asta. Decorațiile...
O, rămâi / Stay with me
de Nic Zarnescu
„O, rămâi, rămâi la mine, / “Stay with me as long as ever, Te iubesc atât de mult! / As my love so deep and great, Ale tale doruri toate / ‘cause your wishes are forever Numai eu știu să le-ascult; /...
letter-thaughts
de petrut marinescu
I was thinking about you last night.About what we\'re talking,about whatwe\'re dreaming,about how our lives are.Some of my thaughts are the same as yours and that makes me feel close to you.Some of...
portret cu Giocondă
de bianca marcovici
o pasăre dezarticulată prea puține lucruri seamănă cu realitatea (ne)virtuală, nici măcar muzica sufletului! tonul joacă rolul principal, sterilitatea imaginilor care cumulează în van vârsta...
An everlasting love
de Filip Ruxandra
It was the middle of the night when he first saw me. I was no bigger then 5 centimeters and I was looking into the mirror, dressed in my new little white dress. I didn’t realize till late that I was...
Mutter
de Alexandru Red
Die Tränen greiser Kinderschar Ich zieh sie auf ein weisses Haar Werf in die Luft die nasse Kette Und wünsch mir, dass ich eine Mutter hätte. The tears of a crowd of very old children I string them...
The tomb of Charles Baudelaire
de Stéphane Mallarmé
The buried temple through the sewer\'s dark Sepulchral mouth that drools out mud and rubies Reveals abominably some god Anubis His whole snout blazing with a savage bark Or should the new gas twist...
„Where there is kindness, there is goodness. And where there is goodness, there is magic.” taman ”magic” nu a ieșit în titlul comentariului meu, ceea ce e o adevărata tragedie pentru un iubitor de pov...
la Cenușăreasa desculță de Alexandru Manta
Multumesc de citire, but the most thankx for ur trust and kindness:) cu drag - Lory
la Copii ce sunteți de Lory Cristea
Draga Florin, ai gresit lamentabil, nu e vorba de pic de vodka si imi pare rau sa te dezamagesc, este vorba despre o flegma nesimtita care nu il lasa pe om sa doarma somn compact, chiar acolo, pe trah...
la Despre un miriapod pe care l-as fi hranit cu tortellini intre doua tigari de Bogdan Geana
Claudia, și mie mi-a plăcut întregul carusel și, în special, descrierea fizică cu glezne și degete... mmmm... foarte frumos. Totul e consistent și aș zice că are o ironie de bună calitate. Totul până ...
la Acvariu în A minor de Claudia Radu
Deci m-am pisat pe mine de ras citind acest text :)) Ai baut ceva, cand l-ai scris? Este pur si simplu apoteotic! O demonstratie de narrow-mindness cum rar am mai vazut. E la misto? \"Singura șansă a ...
la Această postare dă eroare de Ionuţ Caragea
In principiu admit ca aveti dreptate in obiectii (de genul cartarescianismului- legatura cu Bogdan Geana ma onoreaza atata vreme cat e unul dintre atentii cititori ai lui M. Cartarescu). Fata cu manus...
la Cristeena de Andrei Radu