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WJWilliam Wymark Jacobs
William Wymark Jacobs (8 September 1863 – 1 September 1943), was an English author of short stories and novels. He is now best remembered for his macabre tales "The Monkey's Paw" (published 1902 in the collection of short stories The Lady of the Barge) and "The Toll House" (published 1909 in the collection of short stories Sailors' Knots). However the majority of his output was humorous in tone. His favourite subjects were marine life: "men who go down to the sea in ships of moderate tonnage" said Punch, reviewing his first collection of stories, Many Cargoes, which achieved great popular success on its publication in 1896. Many Cargoes was followed by the novel The Skipper's Wooing in 1897, and another collection of short stories, Sea Urchins (1898) set the seal on his popularity. Among his other titles are Captains All, Sailors' Knots, and Night Watches. The title of the last reflects the popularity of perhaps his most enduring character: the night-watchman on the wharf in Wapping,...
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AHAnne Hébert
Anne Hébert, August 1, 1916- January 22, 2000) of Sainte-Catherine-de-Fossambault, Quebec was a Canadian author and poet. Hébert's "Les Songes en Éguilabre", 1942, was her first collection of poems published. Hébert was affiliated with Canada's first film bureau. She worked for Radio Canada, Film Board of Canada and National Film Board of Canada during the 1950s. Hébert was a cousin of Hector de Saint-Denys Garneau. Hébert moved to Paris in the mid 1950s. She returned to Canada in the 1990s. Her last novel "Un Habit de lumière" was published in 1998. Hébert died of cancer of the bone, 22 January 2000, in Montreal Poetry Les songes en equilibre - (1942) Le tombeau des rois (The Tomb of the Kings) - (1953) Poèmes (Poems) - (1960) Selected Poems - (1987) Le jour n'a d'égal que la nuit (Day Has No Equal But the Night) - (1992) Poèmes pour la main gauche - (1997) Theater La Mercière assassinée Le temps sauvage - (1956) La cage suivi de L'île de la demoiselle - (1990) Film scripts...
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WHWilliam Hope Hodgson
William Hope Hodgson (15 noiembrie 1877 - aprilie 1918) a fost un scriitor englez. Este autorul unui număr impresionant de scrieri, raportat la scurta sa viață. Opera sa cuprinde eseuri, poezii, proză scurtă și romane, aparținând mai multor genuri care uneori se suprapun în cadrul aceleiași scrieri, în special genurile fantasy, horror și science-fiction. Moare în Primul Război Mondial, la vârsta de 40 de ani. Scrieri reprezentative: Romane: • The Boats of the \"Glen Carrig\" (1907) • The House on the Borderland (1908) • The Ghost Pirates (1909) • The Night Land (1912) Proză scurtă: • Ciclul Carnacki • Ciclul Captain Gault Poezii: • The Calling of the Sea (1920) • The Voice of the Ocean (1921) • Poems of the Sea (1977) • The Lost Poetry of William Hope Hodgson (2005) Traduceri în limba română: Căpitanul Gault, Ed. Aldo Press, 2003. Carnacki, vânătorul de fantome, Ed. Aldo Press, 2003. Tărâmul Nopții, Ed. Aldo Press, 2004. Pirații fantomă, Ed. Aldo Press, 2004. Casa de la marginea...
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Paul Alexandru
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Geo Mihali
Last but not least i'm off the leash reach for your masterpiece Feel the release from the phantom bangs you Snatched off i'll put you in a frame and hang you Comin' at you're village from a different angle
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chirea alexandra
coca cola,cioran,fum de tigara,sylvia plath,veverite triste,milka,ceainarie,facultate,limba franceza,nietzsche,ingeri,condillac,micsunele,negru,camus,abba,last year at marienbad,guns&roses,our generation,francois villon,ness cu cola,1984,seasons in the sun,turta dulce,ceai negru,ferma animalelor,sinestezie,marchizul de sade,te iubeam,pink floyd,cimitire,ian mcewan,miros de moarte,cruci,rascruci,blesteme,enjoy the silence,concert depeche,scooby doo,descartes,nichita stanescu,blaga,te uita cum ninge decembre,piata romana nr 9,accident,fericirea i un lucru marunt,o aripa care vibreaza,un pitic ce danseaza..
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Raymond Carver
The American short story writer and poet Raymond Carver was born in Clatskanie, Oregon, on May 25, 1938, and lived in Port Angeles, Washington during his last ten, sober years until his death from cancer on August 2, 1988. He was a Guggenheim Fellow in 1979 and was twice awarded grants from the National Endowment for the Arts. In 1983 Carver received the prestigious Mildred and Harold Strauss Living Award which gave him $35,000 per year tax free and required that he give up any employment other than writing, and in 1985 Poetry magazine\'s Levinson Prize. In 1988 he was elected to the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters and was awarded an honorary Doctorate of Letters from the University of Hartford. He received a Brandeis Citation for fiction in 1988. His work has been translated into more than twenty languages. At least that\'s the basic biography. Of course there\'s no room in it for the nature of the hardship he and his family went through during most of those fifty...
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AAmara
"Poet divin, lumina fara moarte m-ajute-n grai iubirea-n veci fierbinte cu care pururi ti-am citit din carte" Infernul - Dante Alighieri This is me for forever One of the lost ones The one without a name Without an honest heart as compass This is me for forever One without a name These lines the last endeavor To find the missing lifeline Nemo - Nightwish Last dance, first kiss Your touch my bliss Beauty always comes with dark thoughts I wish... Wish I had an Angel - Nightwish
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RVRenée Vivien
Renée Vivien, born Pauline Mary Tarn (11 June 1877 - 18 November 1909) was a British poet who wrote in the French language.[1][2] She took to heart all the mannerisms of Symbolism, as one of the last poets to claim allegiance to the school. Her compositions include sonnets, hendecasyllabic verse, and prose poetry. Vivien was born in London, England to a wealthy British father and an American mother from Jackson, Michigan. She grew up in Paris and London. Upon inheriting her father's fortune at 21, she emigrated permanently to France. In Paris, Vivien's dress and lifestyle were as notorious among the bohemian set as was her verse. She lived lavishly, as an open lesbian, and carried on a well-known affair with American heiress and writer Natalie Clifford Barney. She also harbored a lifelong obsession with her closest childhood friend and neighbor, Violet Shillito – a relationship that remained unconsummated. In 1900 Vivien abandoned this chaste love, when the great romance with Natalie...
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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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Last night, live in Bucharest
de Carmen Sorescu
Turabo Cafe, Piața Victoriei facem cunoștință cu îngerii care ne locuiesc ei veniseră primii, ne așteptau cu dozele de singurătate cu principii, moralitate fără îndoială și ei mureau când aveau să...
Phone IV
de Coana Loenida
last night we were in bed together, he was in his single bed, many hours away and me in a man\\\'s pj top, it could have been his in my dark bedroom with the quilt on. I pressed the phone to my ear...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 16 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary It was just a quarter before twelve o\'clock when we got into the churchyard over the low wall. The night was dark, with occasional gleams of moonlight between the...
Last night... tonight... every night...
de Sigarteu Ioana-Cornelia
Am pus distanță între noi, măsurată în tăceri... E greu să te dezbraci de cuvinte așa cum am făcut-o eu în fața cuiva. Surpins, el nu a știut să vadă că aia e o mână, ăla e un picior, aici un sân,...
Last Night-Casino
de Traian T. Coșovei
Mă pândeai prin vitrine galeșă și lihnită – Îmi trăgeam sufletul pe-un scăunel de dinamită. Băteam în tobe de piatră, ascuțeam saxofoane visam să trag de burduful țâțelor tale ca la edec, ca la...
one dark night
de Ohm
last night I spent the darkest night, dreaming of you in love. I saw in this dream, the vision of two bodies, embraced after hours of romance. The girl was not me, and I am alone – dreaming of you in...
Planta in exil
de Livia Rosca
Planta in exil Ma placi din curiozitate m-ai accesat pe www.livia.ro si de atunci, ne izbim dintii in sarut si vrem sa nu scartie ci sa cante. …… Cine-i fata de la 025 cu papagali ce zboara noaptea...
Aflare de tine în tăcutul ieri cu paradigma lui mâine alb
de Ioana Petcu
Ea decrepită se asază lângă perete. Își rodea o unghie și privea camera din lumina obscură. Se simțea ca și cum ar fi fost pe un drum fără întoarcere. Ca pe prima pagină. Prima literă. El era de...
Jogging sub ferestre sparte. Naufragiu în San Francisco
de Luminita Suse
înainte de Union Station deschizi celularul primul beep îți ridică brusc pulsul te așteptăm în parc/ Tipsy aleargă-n iarbă cu un dog german/ și-a revenit ușor după operație Victoria’s Secret e...
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...