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Ioan TițianIT

Ioan Tițian

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Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...

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blue

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Munir MezyedMM

Munir Mezyed

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Jordanian poet and novelist whose work has been translated and published worldwide, in different languages. He studied in England and the USA. TITLES : Poetry Books: Lost Tablets Images in the Memory The Other Face of Hell Chapter from the Bible Home, love, prayer Aesthetic Contemplation Endymion's love poems Existentialism (in Arabic) Novels: Love and Hate (Junimea Publishing House, Iasi 2006) Bride of the Nile The Fall Plays: The Nun and the Prostitute

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T.S. EliotTE

T.S. Eliot

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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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Ovidiu Tarau

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There's no rain...the raindrops are God's tears for mankind forgot how to love with all the heart...

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Mantra Shirokuro

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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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Frank O\'HaraFO

Frank O\'Hara

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Poetul Frank O'Hara (numele la nastere Francis Russel O'Hara) s-a născut la 27 martie 1926, in Baltimore, statul Maryland, Sua. A absolvit Universitatea la Michigan, unde obține distincția de "Hopwood Award" pentru poeyie. Între 1951 și 1956 trăiește la New York, fiind angajat al Muzeului de Artă Modernă și curator al expozițiilor. În jurul anilor '50 se alătură poeților John Ashbery și Kenneth Koch, conducători ai grupului cunoscut sub denumirea de "Poeții de la New York". Se stinge din viață la 25 iulie 1966. Printre oprele sale se numără: "Meditations in an Emergency" (1957); "Second Avenue" (1960); "Awake in Spain" (1960); "Lunch Poems" (1964); "Love Poems" (1965); "In Memory of my Feelings" (1967).

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Vladimir Tritescu

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Nu prea scriu in romana asa ca cele mai multe poezii pe care le scriu sunt in engleza si alea care-s in romana sunt copilaresti,prostesti si ma urasc ca le-am scris. Opere apreciate:Patheticlly In Love,Jesus Almost Loves Us,God was born in Seattle si The Roach

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Kenneth KochKK

Kenneth Koch

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Poetul, romancierul și scenaristul Kenneth Jay Koch s-a născut la 27 februarie 1925 în Cincinnati, Ohio, USA. După ce își face stagiul militar, în 1943, își începe studiile la Universitatea Harward, continuându-le la Columbia University. Timp de trei ani e rezident în Franța și Italia. În anii 1968 și 1969, Kenneth Koch inițiază un curs experimental în cadrul căruia încearcă să-i învețe pe copii să scrie poezie, inițiativă care se bucură de mult succes. Dintre volumele sale amintim: Days and Nights (1982) From the Air (1979) Ko: or, A Season on Earth (1959) On the Edge (1986) On the Great Atlantic Rainway: Selected Poems 1950–1988 (1994) One Train (1994) Permanently (1961) Poems (1953) Bertha, & other plays (1966) Poems from 1952 and 1953 (1968) Seasons on Earth (1987) Sleeping with Women (1969) Straits (1998) Thank You and Other Poems (1962) The Art of Love (1975) The Burning Mystery of Anna in 1951 (1979) The Duplications (1977) The Pleasures of Peace and Other Poems (1969) When the...

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William WordsworthWW

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth was born on April 17, 1770 in Cockermouth, Cumberland, in the Lake District. His father was John Wordsworth, Sir James Lowther\'s attorney. The magnificent landscape deeply affected Wordsworth\'s imagination and gave him a love of nature. He lost his mother when he was eight and five years later his father. The domestic problems separated Wordsworth from his beloved and neurotic sister Dorothy, who was a very important person in his life. With the help of his two uncles, Wordsworth entered a local school and continued his studies at Cambridge University. Wordsworth made his debut as a writer in 1787, when he published a sonnet in The European Magazine . In that same year he entered St. John\'s College, Cambridge, from where he took his B.A. in 1791. During a summer vacation in 1790 Wordsworth went on a walking tour through revolutionary France and also traveled in Switzerland. On his second journey in France, Wordsworth had an affair with a French girl, Annette...

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Venus and Adonis

de William Shakespeare

\'Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.\' To the Right Honourable Henry Wríothestly, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. RIGHT HONOURABLE, I know not...

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Tonight\'s First Prayer

de Dan Waniek

Tonight, Lord, the sad moment just coming When I so crave Thy sweet presence... Amen. I beg You to drop some strength from Thy Word Just one or two sounds to watch me abroad, When my heart in exile...

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Proverbs of Hell

de William Blake

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plough over the bones of the dead. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid...

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Heal The World

de Michael Jackson

There\'s a place in your Heart and I know that is love and this place could be much brighter than tomorrow and if you really try you\'ll find there\'s no need to cry in this place you\'ll feel...

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Good Morning Mr. Phelps

de Coana Loenida

The heart knows before The mind will admit knowledge of love\'s existence Thank God finding out I love you was never Mission Impossible...

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Sonnet XX

de William Shakespeare

A woman\'s face with Nature\'s own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman\'s gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women\'s fashion; An eye...

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Sonnet LXIII

de William Shakespeare

Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time\'s injurious hand crush\'d and o\'er-worn; When hours have drain\'d his blood and fill\'d his brow With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn...

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TAKE THIS WALTZ

de Leonard Cohen

now in Vienna are ten pretty women there\'s a shoulder where death comes to cry there\'s a lobby with nine hundred windows there\'s a tree where the doves go to die there\'s a piece that was torn...

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MY LIFE

de A. Robert Mario

tonight my life seems like the smoke my love is nothing but a joke the moon is rising in the sky two stars are carved across my eyes but which is hers and which is mine? a thousand wings surrounds my...

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The Passionate Pilgrim

de William Shakespeare

I. WHEN my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor\'d youth, Unskilful in the world\'s false forgeries. Thus vainly...

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