"Memory from 1773" – 277 rezultate
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MBMircea Braslasu
Dedicate these lyrics memory my son Valentin Catalin Brăslașu, the writing about his life from birth (28-10-1981) until death (08-07-2000), but after his death. This describes both his life and my life, but more strongly to the shock of finding veștii that my son died in a tragic car accident at age 18 years 8 months and 10 days shock from which I left with sequelae , traumatized throughout their lives. I am Brăslașu Mircea, born com.Sângeru, jud.Prahova. In 1979, on December 31, I married, from this marriage two children resulted: Valentin-Catalin-Adrian and Gabriel. In 1993 after 14 years of marriage I broke the exclusive fault of the former spouses. In the divorce we have been entrusted to educate and increase a child so-Catalin Valentin (it was 12 years) was heard by the court expressing its desire to remain with me, the fact that the account, and Gabriel (he had 6 years) was given his mother. After he finished vocational school (1999), Catalin's exam at the evening high school,...
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MMMunir Mezyed
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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Elizabeth Bishop
Elizabeth Bishop was an American poet and short-story writer. She was the Poet Laureate of the United States from 1949 to 1950, a Pulitzer Prize winner in 1956 and a National Book Award Winner for Poetry in 1970. Elizabeth Bishop House is an artists' retreat in Great Village, Nova Scotia dedicated to her memory. She is considered one of the most important and distinguished American poets of the 20th century.
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USUmberto Saba
Umberto Saba (9 March 1883 - 26 August 1957) was the pseudonym of Italian poet and novelist Umberto Poli. His creative work was hampered by a life-long struggle with mental illness. Saba was born in Trieste, then a part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. He had Italian citizenship through his father. His mother was Jewish. His father abandoned the family before Umberto was born, and his mother employed a Slovene nanny, Peppa Sabaz, to raise him. He became very attached to her, and revered her memory in his poetry. From 1903-1904, he attended the University of Pisa, where he studied archaeology, German, and Latin. In was in this period that he began to complain of a nervous disorder, which was to become more severe with time. Quitting school, Saba worked for a time as an apprentice and was a cabin-boy on a merchant ship. From 1907-1908 he served in the military in Salerno. He married Carolina Wölfler in 1909, and they had a daughter, Lina, the following year. By 1928, Saba was suffering...
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CRCraig Raine
Poet and critic Craig Raine was born on 3 December 1944 in Bishop Auckland, England, and read English at Exeter College, Oxford. He lectured at Exeter College (1971-2), Lincoln College, Oxford, (1974-5), and Christ Church, Oxford, (1976-9), and was books editor for New Review (1977-8), editor of Quarto (1979-80), and poetry editor at the New Statesman (1981). Reviews and articles from this period are collected in Haydn and the Valve Trumpet (1990). He became poetry editor at the London publishers Faber and Faber in 1981, and became a fellow of New College, Oxford, in 1991. He gained a Cholmondeley Award in 1983 and the Sunday Times Writer of the Year Award in 1998. He is founder and editor of the literary magazine Areté. His poetry collections include the acclaimed The Onion, Memory (1978), A Martian Sends a Postcard Home (1979), A Free Translation (1981), Rich (1984) and History: The Home Movie (1994), an epic poem that celebrates the history of his own family and that of his wife....
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Radu Contes
The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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MRMarius Rădulescu
PUBLISHED WORKS In anthologies: *The Buds of the Baragan, poetry, 1970 *The Taste of Roses, poetry, 1979 *Water Circles, poetry, 2002 *Faces in Bronze(vol.II), 2005 Coauthored: *Boutros Boutros- Ghali and Romania, political analysis, 1996 *A Laurel Leaf, biography, bilingual edition(Romanian- English), 1996 *13 - Sad Reality, poetry, bilingual edition(Romanian- French), 1998 Personal: *Accents, poetry, 1996 *The Analysis of the Soul, poetry, 2000 *Bucegi 2000, prose, 2000 *The Imperfect Past, poetry, bilingual edition (Romanian- French), 2000 *Appeal to Memory, poetry, CD release, 2003
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FOFrank O\'Hara
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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Soul-Written Miniatures in Words…
de Andrei Lucian Dragoi
Sands… Her breasts put together are the most wonderful castels ever built in the primordial sands… Unfortunately they have no windows… I could have seen The First Man-Rise!… Pictures The spirits of...
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...
Memory
de Iurcencu Teodora Ioana
Brightly the sun of summer shone Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky of purest blue, Around, bright flowers of loveliest hue, Allured the gazer\'s eye. But...
Sonnet I
de William Shakespeare
FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty\'s rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine...
Angel my love...!
de Andreea
In night ,late mist of evening,stars shine at my window bring me memory cause you are the angel who lawer in night in my dreams the star who shine me every night whit light gilting of silver.You are...
PARADISE LOST -- Book VII
de John Milton
Book VII Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill I soar, Above the flight of Pegasean wing! The meaning, not the...
Sonnet LXXXI
de William Shakespeare
Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten; From hence your memory death cannot take, Although in me each part will be forgotten. Your name from hence immortal...
I wish
de Bogdan
I wish I could disappear In a world with no fear That my only thought To reach to infinity And my only ghost Pass to eternity Then like Phoenix to reborn Dust into diamond From the fire which burned...
An Epitaph on the Admirable Dramatic Poet W. Shakespeare
de John Milton
What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones The labor of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of Memory, great heir of...
The Grave Of Keats
de Oscar Wilde
Rid of the world\'s injustice, and his pain, He rests at last beneath God\'s veil of blue: Taken from life when life and love were new The youngest of the martyrs here is lain, Fair as Sebastian, and...
Athanasia
de Oscar Wilde
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught Of all the great things men have saved from Time, The withered body of a girl was brought Dead ere the world\'s glad youth had touched its prime, And...
Au Cimetière. Clair de lune.
de Théophile Gautier
Do you know the white tomb Where floats, with plaintive sound, The shadow of a yew tree? On the yew, a pale dove, Sad and alone, at sundown, Sings its song; An air sickly tender At once charming and...