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WWWalt Whitman
Walter Whitman (n. 31 mai 1819 - d. 26 martie 1892) a fost un poet, eseist, jurnalist și umanist american. Considerat „cel mai mare poet american” de către mulți pe când trecuseră doar patru ani de la moartea sa, Whitman este văzut ca primul poet urban. El a fost unul dintre reprezentanții tranziției de la transcendentalism la realism, opera sa arătându-se influențată de ambele curente. Opera sa a fost tradusă în mai mult de douăzeci și cinci de limbi străine. Walt Whitman este unul din cei mai influenți și controversați poeți din canonul american. Scrierile sale au fost caracterizate drept un „rude shock” („șoc puternic”) și drept „the most audacious and debatable contribution yet made to American literature” (cea mai îndrăzneață și discutabilă contribuție adusă până acum literaturii americane). Așa cum scrie Walt Whitman în „Leaves of Grass (By Blue Ontario's Shore)”, „Rimele și versificatorii pier... America își va justifica existența, dați-i timp...” Walter Whitman s-a născut pe...
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DFDesăvârșita Domniță Florentină
Compiuta Donzella Fiorentina este pseudonimul unei poete din secolul XIII. Existența ei, îndelung contestată, este astăzi în general acceptată de către critică. Contemporană cu Nina Siciliana, iubita lui Dante da Maiano *** La) Compiuta Donzella, called either di Firenze or Fiorentina, was the earliest poetess of the Italian language. Three of her sonnets survive in a single manuscript, and one is half of a tenzone. Compiuta may be her given name, but more probably a senhal (code name). Her full name translates "the accomplished young lady from Florence". Her existence was once in doubt and she was considered a construct of the poets, but this view has been discarded. In A la stagion che 'l mondo foglia e fiora ("In the season when the world sends forth leaves and flowers"), Compiuta complains of her father's choice of a husband for her. She is miserable at sprintime, when other lovers are rejoicing. In Lasciar voria lo mondo e Dio servire ("I would like to leave the world to serve...
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RLRaymond Lévesque
(Né à Montréal, le 7 octobre 1928 - ) Poète, romancier, chansonnier et dramaturge, Raymond Lévesque a étudié la musique. Il débute dans la chanson en 1946 comme auteur-compositeur-interprète. De 1948 à 1953, il est animateur à la radio, chanteur et comédien durant les débuts de la télévision. Il participa également à la première pièce de Marcel Dubé, Zone, qui gagne le premier prix du festival d'art dramatique du Canada. Il obtient à cette occasion le prix du meilleur rôle de soutien. En 1954, il part pour la France où il séjournera pendant cinq ans. Il enregistre ses premiers disques chez Barclay et plusieurs de ses chansons sont interprétées par des vedettes de l'époque dont Bourvil, Jean Sablon, Cora Vaucaire et Eddie Constantine. Il se produit lui-même sur les scènes de music-hall de France. De retour au Québec en 1959, il est cofondateur du groupe Les Bozos, la première boîte à chansons. Il a aussi travaillé dans des téléromans et animé une émission jeunesse, « Coucou », à la...
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Alice Lemieux-Lévesque
Alice Lemieux-Lévesque était une écrivaine québécoise née à Québec le 23 septembre 1905 et décédée dans la même ville en janvier 1983 à l'âge de 77 ans. Femme poète et journaliste québécoise, elle vécut plus de vingt-huit ans aux États-Unis. Alice Lemieux-Lévesque fit ses études secondaires chez les Ursulines, reçut ensuite une formation d’infirmière au sanatorium Prévost de Montréal et séjourna en Europe (1929-1930). Après son mariage en 1935 avec le poète franco-américain Rosaire Dion-Lévesque, elle s’installa à Nashua, New-Hampshire où elle vécut jusqu’en 1964. Elle publia son premier recueil « Heures effeuillées » à Québec en 1926. Le second recueil, « Poèmes » (Montréal, 1929), lui valut le prix David ex aequo avec Simone Routier, auteur de « L’immortel adolescent ». Grâce à ce prix, elle partit étudier à la Sorbonne en 1930. Cette même année, elle obtint le premier prix de la Société des poètes de Lyon. De retour au Québec, elle collabora à plusieurs périodiques : Revue moderne,...
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FMfiran mihaela
stars don't fall...just leave for another sky..
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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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DMdan marius
"Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears Im well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth Leave me long to crawl back to the womb Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast So I'll take to the hills to live savage and free I don't need nobody, nobody needs me I don't need nobody, nobody needs me" http://www.obliothedagger.blogspot.com/
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Cristina Toropu
I was born in Tg-Jiu ( the beatiful place where people might admire Brancusi's monumental masterpieces), Romania. After getting my Master's degree in Mathematics from University of Bucharest and working for four years as Junior Assistant Professor in Romanian-American University, Bucharest, I decided to leave my country in order to study some more Mathematics. After spending two years in Montreal, Canada, I moved to USA where I am currently doing my Ph.D in Mathematics. Writing poems helps me convey ideas and feelings to other people. It happend that two short poems of mine, translated in French, got published in " North Texas World Literatures Review" Vol. 2, ETC... , run by the Foreign Language Department of UNT, Denton, TX, USA.
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MBMarie Claire Blais
Marie-Claire Blais (n. 5 octombrie 1939) este o scriitoare canadiană de limbă franceză. *** Born in Quebec City, Quebec, she was educated at a convent school and at Université Laval. It was at Laval that she met Jeanne Lapointe and Father Georges Lévesque, who encouraged her to write and, in 1959, to publish her first novel, La Belle Bête (trans. Mad Shadows) in 1959 when she turned 20. She has since written over 20 novels, several plays, collections of poetry and fiction, as well newspaper articles. Her works have been translated into numerous languages, including English and Chinese. With the support of the eminent American critic Edmund Wilson, Blais won two Guggenheim Fellowships. In 1963, Blais moved to the United States, initially living in Cambridge, Massachusetts. There she met her partner, American artist Mary Meigs, and she later relocated to Wellfleet on Cape Cod. In 1975, after two years living in Brittany, she moved back to Quebec with her partner. For about twenty years...
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ELEdward Lear
Edward Lear (12 May 1812 – 29 January 1888) was an English artist, illustrator, author, and poet, renowned today primarily for his literary nonsense, in poetry and prose, and especially his limericks, a form that he popularised. Lear was born into a middle-class family in the village of Holloway, the 21st child of Ann and Jeremiah Lear. He was raised by his eldest sister, also named Ann, 21 years his senior. Ann doted on Lear and continued to mother him until her death, when Lear was almost 50 years of age. Due to the family's failing financial fortune, at age four he and his sister had to leave the family home and set up house together. Largely educated by himself, Lear has been described as idiosyncratic yet brilliantly talented[citation needed]. Lear also suffered from health issues. From the age of six he suffered frequent grand mal epileptic seizures, and bronchitis, asthma, and in later life, partial blindness. Lear experienced his first seizure at a fair near Highgate with his...
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leaves that are green
de Alina Manole
stau aici și ronțăi alune. tu stai dincolo și răsucești o cheie, deschizi o ușă. poeții scriu mereu despre chei. ei cred că există mișcări ascunse în atribuțiile cheilor. de la dreapta la stânga...
True love leaves no traces
de Leonard Cohen
As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will Through windows in the dark The children come, the children go Like arrows with no targets Like...
Slowly
de Elif
Autumn leaves die slowly as the winter aproaches, Slowly, surely, anxious..... and although the nature is almost dead and it stoped the strugle for her life, I feel so much Torment in me, Emotional...
I
de Andrei Dumitrescu
I am the earth still breathing through the leaves and the thorns deepest in the heart of the lovers, In a time so thick that only nothingness can get by its unborn pains and dark aged nightmares...
Sonnet LXXIII
de William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin\'d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou...
MORE THAN THIS
de Diana Buftea
I could feel at the time There was no way of knowing Fallen leaves in the night, Who can say where they´re blowing? As free as the wind And hopefully learning Why the sea on the side Has no way of...
New York in autumn
de Andrei Dumitrescu
I want to visit New York in autumn and breathe the falling leaves through the rush and the spin, As I do want to hug all those sweet, unknown creatures of you from the low top to the high bottom...
October
de Robert Frost
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow\'s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed...
The Pasture
de Robert Frost
I\'m going out to clean the pasture spring; I\'ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the clear water, I may): I shan\'t be gone long - You come too. I\'m going out to fetch the...
THE PASTURE
de Robert Frost
I\'m going out to clean the pasture spring; I\'ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear,I may): I sha\'n\'t be gone long.-You come too. I\'m going out to fetch the...