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EMEdwin Morgan
Edwin George Morgan OBE (born 27 April 1920) is a Scottish poet and translator who is associated with the Scottish Renaissance. He is widely recognised as one of the foremost Scottish poets of the 20th century. In 1999, Morgan was made the first Glasgow Poet Laureate. In 2004, he was named as the first Scottish national poet: The Scots Makar. Morgan was born in Glasgow and grew up in Rutherglen. He entered the University of Glasgow in 1937 and, after interrupting his studies to serve in World War II as a non-combatant conscientious objector with the Royal Army Medical Corps, graduated in 1947 and became a lecturer at the University. He worked there until his retirement in 1980. He came out as gay in Nothing Not Giving Messages: Reflections on his Work and Life , but explored his sexuality in many previous works.[1] He had written many famous love poems, among them "Strawberries" and "The Unspoken", in which the love object was not gendered; this was partly because of legal problems at...
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Hancu George
Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...
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DBDaniela Maria Benea
I was born in Cluj-Napoca on the 11th of September 1970. I have learned to read, write and love over there. In 1991 I moved to Brisbane, Australia. I hold a bachelor degree in International Business. Later on I followed a couple of courses in Psychology. I mainly write in Romanian, that's what makes me feel closer to the places I left. However I do write in English, sometimes it feels like the words find me better this way, or maybe it's the other way around. I read many English books, biographies, poetry, etc.
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WWWilliam Wordsworth
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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LCLuis Cernuda
Luis Cernuda (born Luis Cernuda Bidón September 21, 1902, Seville – November 5, 1963, Mexico City), was a Spanish poet and literary critic. The son of a military man, Cernuda received a strict education as a child, and then studied law at the University of Seville, where he met the poet and literature professor Pedro Salinas. In 1928, after his mother died, Cernuda left his hometown, with which he had all his life an intense love-hate relationship. He briefly moved to Madrid, where he quickly became part of the literary scene. However, his detached, timid and morose character, his search of perfection frequently made him lose friendships and popularity. His mentor and former professor Salinas arranged for him to take a lectureship for a year at the University of Toulouse. From June 1929 until 1937 Cernuda lived in Madrid and participated actively in the literary and cultural scene of the Spanish capital. Cernuda collaborated with many organisations working to support a more liberal...
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FCFélix Lope de Vega y Carpio
Félix Lope de Vega y Carpio (n. 25 noiembrie 1562, Madrid — d. 27 august 1635) a fost un scriitor spaniol, considerat unul din cei mai importanți poeți și dramaturgi ai „Secolului de aur” al literaturii spaniole. Volumul mare al operelor sale îl încadrează între cei mai prolifici autori ai literaturii universale. Numit „Phoenixul ingeniului” de către unii și „Monstrul Naturii” de către Miguel de Cervantes, Lope de Vega a fost creatorul „formulei” teatrului clasic spaniol, operele sale reprezentându-se și în actualitate în cadrul festivalelor de teatru clasic. Este de asemenea unul dintre marii poeți de expresie spaniolă și continuă să influențeze tineri scriitori. Este autorul a 3000 de sonete, 3 romane, 4 nuvele, 9 epopee, 3 poeme didactice și a sute de comedii (1800, conform lui Juan Pérez de Montalbán); a cultivat toate speciile literare, cu excepția nuvelei picarești. Atât viața, cât și opera lui Lope de Vega au fost caracterizate de o exuberanță extremă. A fost prieten cu Quevedo...
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Fred Moramarco
Dr. Moramarco is a Professor of English at San Diego State and the Editor of Poetry International, an annual journal of new poetry published there. He is the co-author of Containing Multitudes: Poetry in the United States Since 1950 and Modern American Poetry, and co-editor of Men of Our Time: Male Poetry in Contemporary America. ,,I\'ve devoted a lot of my life to poetry. Reading it, writing it, writing about it. In her wonderful novel, \"Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant,\" Anne Tyler writes, \"There ought to be a whole separate language for truth.\" I think there is such a language--the language of poetry. Poems create the miracle of connecting our inner lives. We live in a world where the language of advertising, commerce, and politics are so filled with falseness, deception, and manipulation, that we have an absolute longing to hear words spoken from the heart, with clarity, precision, and authenticity.``
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FGFranz Grillparzer
Franz Seraphicus Grillparzer (n. 15 ianuarie 1791 - d. 21 ianuarie 1872) a fost dramaturg și poet austriac, reprezentant de seamă al dramaturgiei austriece din secolul al XIX-lea. A fost influențat de scriitori ca: Shakespeare, Lope de Vega și Calderón de la Barca. Opera 1807 - 1809 Blanca din castilia ("Blanca von Castilien"); 1809: Spartacus ("Spartacus"); 1809: Alfred cel Mare ("Alfred der Grosse"); 1817: Străbuna ("Die Ahnfrau"); 1818: Safo ("Sappho"); 1821: Lâna de aur ("Das goldene Vlies"), trilogie formată din: Oaspeții ("Der Gastfreund") Argonauții ("Die Argonauten") Medeea ("Medea"); 1823: Norocul și sfârșitul regelui Otokar ("König Ottokars Glück und Ende"); 1826: Un servitor credincios și stăpânul său ("Ein treuer Diener seines Herrn"); 1827: Poezii ("Gedichte"); 1831: Valurile mării și ale dragostei ("Des Meeres und der Liebe Wellen"); 1834: Un vis, o viață ("Der Traum, ein Leben"); 1835: "Tristia ex Ponto" 1838: Vai de cel ce minte ("Weh dem, der lügt"); 1847: Libussa...
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Maftei Pop
m-am nascut intr-un sat din Ardeal, scriu poezii din adolescenta, am mai publicat de-alungul anilor sin tara si in Spania .
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tonya
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Make Love NOT War
de Adela Setti
Aerul crește între mine și tine ca un persan de iluzii în care fiecare stă întors cu fața spre cer. Din albastrul de iris, zeul ne așează împleti(ci)ți între două pagini nescrise încă. Uzând de...
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de Sorin Olariu
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de Motoc Lavinia
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de Vasile Mihai
Stau de ceva vreme și mă uit la țigara care se consumă-nfiptă-n peretele vertical-circular al scrumierei pe care - abia acum observ - scrie \"make love not war\", cinic, hippie, banal. Cinic? Banal?...
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de Alin Zamfir
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de JoKeRu`
Aberațiile se petrec pe negândite ... apar ca o damă faină care îți fură imaginea și pe urmă te lasă cu ochii în soare și te surprind precum un camion furios pe trecerea de pietoni, claxonând...
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de carmen mihaela visalon
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de eugen pohontu
mergând spre casă, prin dreapta, colț cu băcănia, brusc, gospodina cu ochi obosiți mă apostrofează, vezi Doamne că n-o ajut să care sacoșele doldora de cuvinte împrăștiate, zic, nici nu pot să-mi duc...