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Mina LoaML

Mina Loa

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"It Suits the Poets Purpose" by RAY REESE writers would have us believe in popular mythology that women are enamored with men of power mock gladiator bluster Portofolio's Corporate corpulent physique when in fact most of the women worth the having are with men who are good with words...

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Moca Abel

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Moraru Ovidiu

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Lassi Nummi

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Lassi Nummi (born 1928) considers himself a prose-writer who has strayed into poetry. In a career spanning almost half a century and 25 collections of poetry, his preoccupations, and his central metaphors, have remained constant: landscape, trees, bushes, blades of grass. Interview by Tarja Roinila; poems translated by Herbert Lomas and Anselm Hollo 'During my "social period" I was on the board of the Writers' Union, and its chairman from 1969 to 1972; after that I worked for the Uusi Suomi newspaper and for the PEN Club, whose chairman I was from 1983 to 1988. I was a member of the Bible translation committee for the entire period of its existence, 17 years. A completely different choice would have been to become either a Buddhist or a Christian monk, or then to be a really convinced down-and-out- that might have been the most elegant solution. One could have regulated one's liquid intake, but the freedom of movement would have been pleasant. At the moment I am working out how much...

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Taneda Santôka

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Taneda Santōka, birth name: Taneda Shōichi; 3 December 1882 - 11 October 1940) was the pen-name of a Japanese author and haiku poet. He is known for his free verse haiku. Santoka, an ordained Zen priest, after spending most of his life wandering all over the country as a begging monk, chose to settle in Matsuyama only to die 10 months later. The humble cottage where he dwelt -- Isso-an (A Blade of Grass Hermitage) is preserved north of Ehime University. His books and documents are also preserved in Shiki Memorial Museum. "In February of 1929 I received ordination as a monk and became resident priest at Mitori Kannon-do in the countryside of Kumamoto Prefecture. It was truly a solitary forest life (sanrin dokuju); as for quietness it was quiet, as for loneliness it was lonely -- such a life it was." (Taneda Santoka - from "Sômokutô") The Zen he was ultimately to practice, however, though traditional, was unusual. It was the Zen of solitary walking. The open road was to become...

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Mock-portrait of a Lady

de Miruna Gavriliu

Există alchimie mai simplă decât ploaia de aur? Un lucru împărțit la mii de mulțimi în neștire – Și sunetul atunci cum se divide? Din armonii prelungi în clape diferite? Și mirosul? Din cameră în...

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Povestea prințesei mofturoase

de Liviu Nanu

Era demult, o țară îndepărtată care se numea Regatul Plictisitor. Se numea așa pentru că toți locuitorii ei, cu mici excepții, se plictiseau. Erau atît de blazați încît nici filmele de pe Netflix,...

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Sonnet LXI

de William Shakespeare

Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou...

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The Needle

de Ezra Pound

Come, or the stellar tide will slip away. Eastward avoid the hour of its decline, Now! for the needle trembles in my soul! Here we have had our vantage, the good hour. Here we have had our day, your...

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Sonnet LXXI

de William Shakespeare

No longer mourn for me when I am dead Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line,...

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Taedium Vitae

de Oscar Wilde

To stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear This paltry age\'s gaudy livery, To let each base hand filch my treasury, To mesh my soul within a woman\'s hair, And be mere Fortune\'s lackeyed...

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Slavery

de Poison

Don’t think before you act, You’ll only get things worse. Remember that we made a pact. Do not try to remove the curse. Just look behind your back: You’ll see me pushing you away. You’ll see the...

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The Grey Monk

de William Blake

`I die, I die!\' the Mother said, `My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless tyrant said?\' The Monk sat down on the stony bed. The blood red ran from the Grey Monk\'s side, His...

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Song of wine

de Emile Nelligan

Fresh in joy\'s live light all things coincide, This fine may eve! like living hopes that once Were in my heart, the choring birds once Their prelude to my window open wide. O fine may eve! o happy...

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Reclama moca

de Lucian Preda

Mi-am desprins mana de clanta rosie caci se topise de-atata caldura materna degetele-mi fierbeau in vremea ploilor si-mi sfasia cu dare largi cuiele palmei totul se intampla parca in reclama cu...

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mon mok a mea, universul e sleit ca un pisic în fîntînă

de Leonard Ancuta

de ceva timp universul are mai multe încercări nereușite de a se reconstrui pentru mine se tot străduiește să devină palpabil, măcar vizibil și toate eforturile lui sunt eșecuri, sunt ratări, sunt...

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Hotel vândut pe,,moca\'\'

de andronache virgil-nicolae

Să treci de la tov. Iliescu la scumpirea carburanților nu-i greu, sinergia scumpirilor curge liniar la fel ca și politica tătucului mai sus numit. Nu că el ar fi de vină dar toate cate sunt azi...

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Concursul Umor Moca De Criză

de angela furtuna

CONCURS DE UMOR Biblioteca Bucovinei organizează Concursul intitulat UMOR MOCA DE CRIZÃ , ce se va finaliza de ziua păcălelilor, 1 Aprilie. Există o secțiune literară a concursului (la care...

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poem pentru mok împreună cu mok

de Leonard Ancuta

soarele răsare peste militari, peste ferentari și peste tot, dar aici răsare mai aproape de mine și mai departe de tine și îl văd cu aproape un minut înaintea ta, suficient cît să mă rog să-ți...

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o plimbare de seară cu mok

de Leonard Ancuta

spunea bunicul meu, tataia mărin, că dacă faci cruce unui greiere nu mai sare și eu încerc din răsputeri să port o cruce pentru tine să nu mai sari și stăm cu greierele în palme de parcă am avea un...

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