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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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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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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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DRDavide Rondoni
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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LCLaura Cherecheș
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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EMEduard Mörike
Eduard Friedrich Mörike (Ludwigsburg, 8 September 1804 – 4 June 1875 in Stuttgart) was a German romantic poet. He studied Theology at the Seminary of Tübingen, and followed the ecclesiastical career, becoming a Lutheran pastor. In 1834 he was appointed pastor of Cleversulzbach near Weinsberg, and, after his early retirement for reasons of health, in 1851 became professor of German literature at the Katharinenstift in Stuttgart. This office he held until his retirement in 1866; but he continued to live at Stuttgart until his death on the 4th of June 1875. Mörike is a member of the so-called Swabian school which gathered round Ludwig Uhland. His poems, Gedichte (1838; 22nd ed., 1905), are mostly lyrics, often humorous, but expressed in simple and natural language. His lieder (songs) are traditional in form and have been compared to those of Goethe. He also wrote a somewhat fantastic Idylle vom Bodensee, oder Fischer Martin und die Glockendiebe (1846; 2nd ed., 1856), and published a...
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AAAbdul al-Hazred
Abdul Alhazred is a fictional character created by American horror writer H. P. Lovecraft. He is the so-called "Mad Arab" credited with authoring the imaginary book Kitab al-Azif (the Necronomicon), and as such an integral part of Cthulhu Mythos lore. Despite the existence of several hoax Necronomicons, it is clear that neither Alhazred nor his book ever existed. The name Abdul Alhazred is a pseudonym that Lovecraft created in his youth, which he took on after reading 1001 Arabian Nights at the age of about five years. The name was invented either by Lovecraft, or by Albert Baker, the Phillips family lawyer. Abdul is a common Arabic name component (but never a name by itself; additionally the ending -ul and the beginning Al- are redundant), but Alhazred may allude to Hazard, a name from Lovecraft's family tree. It might also have been a pun on "all-has-read", since Lovecraft was an avid reader in youth. Abdul Alhazred is not a real Arabic name, and seems to contain the Arabic definite...
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VVVeronica Văleanu
All expression of energy in this universe must end where it began. Walter Russell I am a survivivore. And for a survivivore, its predatory condition is strictly related to consuming its own survivals. Born - every time I was signalled to. Married, two children. Printer.s Devil Review, vol.2, no.2 Chicago Poetry Review, Poetry Cram 14, Journal of Modern Poetry Randomly Accessed Poetics World Poetry Reading Series, Featured Poets Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts, vol.XXII, issue 3 ...as I said: Nobody can live real poetry. You have to survive it.
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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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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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Resurrection
de doris
RESURRECTION A climate of illusion has died into my arms So now you caught me as I try to bury A lost belief, an ark into my soul. Is near a way to say, in life or death, The magic words of love and...
Writing on the wall
de D. Valentina
There was this key on the floor... The one you used to lock the door The door that watched us as we sunk In that old bed that saw us drunk Amdist the lights of love and hate Those lights we could not...
Sonetul 86
de Cristian Vasiliu
Străbați în grabă străzile murdare Cu roțile de dragoste și ură, De parcă-aș fi, viclean, o fundătură În pragul răsăritului de soare. Întinde-mi punți și sapă-mă pe gură, Pe gâtul gol, pe brațe și...
When love and hate embrace
de lupu ionut catalin
fi-v-ar a dracului indiferența pe care o afișați cu nonșalanță lumea e plină plină de voi sunteți plini de voi nu pot nici să mă spânzur liniștit nemilos mânia voastră nu are resentimente ura nu ne...
Light As The Breeze
de Leonard Cohen
She stands before you naked you can see it, you can taste it, and she comes to you light as the breeze. Now you can drink it or you can nurse it, it don\'t matter how you worship as long as you\'re...
La rădăcina Gorunului
de Manolescu Gorun
Cu săptămâni în urmă, Gorun Manolescu mi-a trimis un manuscris numit “Eseu despre sursele cunoașterii în logica Budistă”. Volumul, apărut la Editura \"Cartea Universitară\", s-a epuizat înainte măcar...
A great singer: Hollywood
de Florin DeRoxas
a great man singing great, a story in every verse, peace and love collide, his songs are about black, and brown, and white. stop the racism! is no good in that, see the man next to you and...
I do not love you except because I love you
de Pablo Neruda
I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it\'s you the one I...
PARADISE LOST -- Book X
de John Milton
Book X Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted Eve, Her husband she, to taste the fatal fruit, Was known in Heaven; for what...
A Thousand Kisses Deep
de Leonard Cohen
You came to me this morning and you handled me like meat. You\'d have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet. My mirrored twin, my next of kin, I\'d know you in my sleep and who but you...