"Leaves Of Autumn, Pages Of A Book" – 291 rezultate
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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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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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SLStanis³aw Jerzy Lec
Stanis³aw Jerzy Lec (6 March 1909 – 7 May 1966) (born Baron Stanis³aw Jerzy de Tusch-Letz) was a Polish poet and aphorist of Polish and Jewish noble origin. Often mentioned among the greatest writers of post-WW2 Poland, he was one of the most influential aphorists on the 20th century. Lyrical poetry, sceptical philosophical-moral aphorisms, often with a political subtext. He was born on March 6, 1909 in Lviv (then Lemberg, Austro-Hungarian Empire), the son of the Baron Benon de Tusch-Letz and Adela Safrin. The family moved to Vienna at the onset of First World War, and Lec' early education was received there. After the war the family returned to Lviv-Lemberg to continue his schooling at the Lemberg Evangelical School. In 1927 he matriculated at the Lviv's Jan Kazimir University in jurisprudence and Polish. As a result of his political activities — writing articles for socialist revolutionary periodicals, making speeches in the Technological Institute’s Yellow Hall — Lec had to leave...
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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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Isaac Asimov
Biographical (non-literary) How do you pronounce \"Isaac Asimov\"? \"EYE\'zik AA\'zi-mov\". The name is spelled with an \"s\" and not a \"z\" because Asimov\'s father didn\'t understand the English alphabet clearly when the family moved to the U.S. in 1923. (In Russian, the spelling was the Cyrillic equivalent of Azimov, and in Yiddish, the Hebrew letters were aleph-zayin-yod-mem-aleph-vav-vav.) One way to remember this pronunciation is the pun from The Flying Sorcerers by Larry Niven and David Gerrold: \"As a color, shade of purple-grey\", or \"As a mauve\". Asimov wrote a poem (\"The Prime of Life\") in which he rhymes his surname with \"stars above\"; someone else suggested amending the poem to rhyme it with \"mazel tov\", which he thought an improvement. Asimov\'s own suggestion, however, as to how to remember his name was to say \"Has Him Off\" and leave out the H\'s. When did Asimov die? What was the cause of his death? Where is he buried? Asimov died on April 6, 1992 of heart...
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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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CRCarlos de Rokha
Carlos Díaz Anabalón, más conocido como Carlos de Rokha (n. Santiago, Chile, 17 de octubre de 1920 - d. Santiago, Chile, 29 de septiembre de 1962), poeta chileno, integrante de la generación literaria de 1938. Carlos de Rokha fue el integrante más joven del grupo Mandrágora, fundado en 1938 por los poetas Teófilo Cid, Enrique Gómez-Correa y Braulio Arenas Carlos de Rokha nació en la ciudad de Santiago de Chile, el 17 de octubre de 1920, con el nombre de Carlos Díaz Anabalón. Fue hijo de Pablo de Rokha y Winétt de Rokha, y miembro de una familia de reconocidos artistas en Chile, entre ellos sus propios padres, y sus hermanos Lukó, José, Pablo, y Laura, entre otros. Seguidor de Arthur Rimbaud,[1] es catalogado dentro de la Generación Literaria de 1938, pese a la brecha etaria, temática y estilística. A lo largo de su vida sufrió de esquizofrenia,[2] por lo que en más de una ocasión fue internado en el Hospital Siquiátrico. En 1961 su obra Memorial y llaves fue galardonada con el Premio...
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Carte haiku
de Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu
Conținutul (strict versurile, imaginile fotohaiku fac parte dintre cele postate de mine mai demult pe acest site) cărții mele de haiku Umbra unui fluture, publicată în februarie la Editura PIM....
The Destruction of Sennacherib
de George Gordon Noel Byron
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep...
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...
Rezultatele celei de a treia ediții a concursului de haiku "Sharpening the green pencil"
de Corneliu Traian Atanasiu
Ediția de anul ăsta a înregistrat un nou record de participare: am primit 517 poeme de la 264 de participanți din 47 de țări de pe 6 continente. Premiul I Dorota PYRA Gdañsk, POLAND snowy orchard the...
Alte concursuri, alți castigători
de Maria Tirenescu
Așa cum am promis, revin cu informații proaspete. Cu doar două zile în urmă am primit revista în care am găsit ceea ce urmează. a) International Haiku Poetry Festival, The Aichi Expo, July 2005...
Jazz eclatant
de E U
JAZZ ECLATANT LA IASI La Iasi, în Club 99, a avut loc primul concert de jazz din seria ce va urma. Premiera națională: în partea a doua a concertului, trio-ului ce a concertat i s-a alăturat...
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,...
Sonet XCVII
de Cristian Vasiliu
Am îndurat – să știi! – cumplita iarnă A lipsei tale-n anul ce-a trecut Și am privit afară prin lucarnă Înghețuri și-ntunerici, abătut; E dusă vara, iar fertila toamnă, Ce poartă-n pântec prețiosul...
If you forget me
de Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body...
night of new years eve
de kim
Night of new years eve stars are blinking like talking to eachother smiling about this lovely night this dark blue glimmering valley lighted by all the white little houselights silents is surrounding...