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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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Laura CherecheșLC

Laura Cherecheș

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I was told I was born, without my consent, on the 3rd of August 1976. I got all the necessary childhood diseases and diplomas in order to further attend and graduate The Faculty of Letters, History and Theology (University of the West Timisoara) and become a teacher. I haven't published anything. Poetry is a way of exercising both the brain and the heart, just my way of keeping fit :) I love spring, chocolate, dogs, stones, children, nature, kind hearts, Dire Straits, Chris Rea and many other things. One thing I believe in: impossible is nothing. anastasia365@yahoo.com http://anastasia333.blogspot.com/

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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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Yosano AkikoYA

Yosano Akiko

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Akiko Yosano, 7 December 1878 - 29 May 1942) was the pen-name of a Japanese author, poet, pioneering feminist, pacifist, and social reformer, active in late Meiji period, Taishō period and early Showa period Japan. Her real name was Yosano Shiyo. She is one of the most famous, and most controversial, post-classical woman poets of Japan. Yosano was born the daughter of a rich merchant in Sakai, Osaka. From early childhood, she was fond of reading literary works while she helped her family business. When she was a high school student, she began to subscribe to the poetry magazine Myōjō (Bright Star), and she became one of its most important contributors. Myōjō’s editor, Yosano Tekkan, taught her tanka poetry and sometimes visited her in Sakai. Although Tekkan was married, the two authors fell in love and started a new life together in the suburb of Tokyo. Tekkan eventually divorced his wife and married Akiko in 1901. In 1901, Yosano brought out her first volume...

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Davide RondoniDR

Davide Rondoni

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Poezie: La frontiera della ginestra, (The Frontier of the Broom Flower), Quinta Generazione 1985 O les invalids, N.c.e. 1988 A rialzare i capi pioventi (To Raise the Raining Heads), N.c.e., Guaraldi, 1993 Nel tempo delle cose cieche (In The Time of Blind Things), N.c.e., 1995 Il bar del tempo (The Bar of Time), Guanda, 1999, (Winner of Montale, Camaiore, Metauro, S. Domenichino, and Caput Gauri prizes) Non sei morto, amore (You Are Not Dead, Love), Quaderni del battello ebbro, 2001 Avrebbe amato chiunque (He Would Have Loved Anyone), Guanda, 2003 Antologii editate: Preghiera della Vergine (The Virgin’s Prayer), Marietti, 2003Dante Alighieri, Commedia (Comedy), Rizzoli, 2001 Il pensiero dominante: Antologia della Poesia italiana 1970-2000 (The Dominant Thought, Anthology of Italian Poetry 1970-2000), Garzanti, 2001 Leopardi, l’amore (Leopardi, Love), Garzanti, 1999 Charles Péguy, Lui è qui (He is Here), Rizzoli, 1999 Ada Negri, Mia giovinezza (My Youth), Rizzoli, 1996 La sfida...

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Bobby BigBB

Bobby Big

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My name is Bobby, I`m a man of 53 years old, heterosexual, Caucasian (white), Christian, I`m born in Romania - Brasov. at 10 March 1958, my zodiac sign is pisces, I live in ....my city... & I`m here only for you... my sweety... :) Bobby Big58.

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René DepestreRD

René Depestre

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René Depestre (born 29 August 1926) is a Haitian poet and communist. He lived in Cuba as an exile from the Duvalier regime for many years and was a founder of the Casa de las Americas publishing house. He is best known for his poetry. The city of Jacmel, his birthplace, is often evoked in his poetry and his novels, in particular Hadriana In All My Dreams (1988). He did his primary studies with the Breton Brothers of Christian Instruction. His father died in 1936 and Rene Depestre left his mother, his two brothers and his two sisters to go live with his maternal grandmother. From 1940 to 1944, he completed his secondary studies at the Pétion college in Port-au-Prince. Étincelles (Sparks), his first collection of poetry, appeared in 1945, prefaced by Edris Saint-Amand. He was only nineteen years old when the work was published. The poems were influenced by the marvelous realism of Alejo Carpentier, who planned a conference on this subject in Haiti in 1942. Depestre created a weekly...

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Fred Moramarco

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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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nicoleta d.

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no words are enough to say what I had lived...the words are plane and could not show the beauty that ihave lived...nothing is important to me, but my , myself and I...I could write my life with simple words but the sparkness of the real life could not be seen and felt...so all that I can say is that I live, not only exist...

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dan mariusDM

dan marius

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"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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My love is still here

de Marlena Culi

Red rose, red rose As pure as love it self, White roses as the light of Your sweet kisses. I felt once the window Of you heart open Oh, I remember that day, Like it was yesterday? No more tears, and...

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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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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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Miracles

de Coana Loenida

It really is a matter of perspective. The morning air is still dim and cool the birds I can hear almost seem to be whispering about something that has yet to happen, and if it does they will sing and...

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West Running Brook

de Robert Frost

\'Fred, where is north?\' \'North? North is there, my love. The brook runs west.\' \'West-running Brook then call it.\' (West-Running Brook men call it to this day.) \'What does it think k\'s doing...

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Come to me

de bayar

Come to me to the darkest woods In the darkest place of the planet, Join me through the creeping trees That embrace me with their frozen branches. Search me in the reigning darkness While I watch...

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Ash Wednesday

de T.S. Eliot

I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man\'s gift and that man\'s scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should...

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So long, goodbye

de Laurentiu

See, yesterday thought that you said Though time will pass you\'ll still be here, And now I\'m laying on the bed Without having you love, my dear. ............................................ Six...

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Oana’s not here

de Florin DeRoxas

Oana’s not here, Oana is gone, Oana’s my sweetheart for long time, and I don’t know what should be done, because she still hurts my heart; she’s one of us who never gives back no matter what we do....

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Laura’s not here

de Florin DeRoxas

english version on Nek’s song “Laura non c’e” Laura’s not here, Laura is gone, Laura’s my sweetheart for long time, and I don’t know what should be done, because...

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