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Stefan Ciobanasu

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Which way is the right path, as I stand upon This chaotic crossroads of hate... How many ways are there to roam On this dark and damned road of fate... "There are many ways, my son, to find where the souls of demons remain...But it takes only one second of despair and of doubt Until at last, your soul, they will gain... Inherit these lands, these things, these dreams That are yours, forever, to adore... For there is no life, in the depths of chaos, my son, For you to explore... C. Vincent Metzen - 'The Initiate' All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you. One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain. For yours I truly wish to be. Nightwish - Ever Dream

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Sylvia Plath

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Born to middle class parents in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, Sylvia Plath published her first poem when she was eight. Sensitive, intelligent, compelled toward perfection in everything she attempted, she was, on the surface, a model daughter, popular in school, earning straight A\'s, winning the best prizes. By the time she entered Smith College on a scholarship in 1950 she already had an impressive list of publications, and while at Smith she wrote over four hundred poems. Sylvia\'s surface perfection was however underlain by grave personal discontinuities, some of which doubtless had their origin in the death of her father (he was a college professor and an expert on bees) when she was eight. During the summer following her junior year at Smith, having returned from a stay in New York City where she had been a student ``guest editor\'\' at Mademoiselle Magazine, Sylvia nearly succeeded in killing herself by swallowing sleeping pills. She later described this experience in an...

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Florin Draghici

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I'm just a soul, looking for my path...

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Sylvia Plath

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Sylvia Plath (n. 27 octombrie 1932, Boston, Massachusetts - d. 11 februarie 1963, Londra), poetă americană contemporană. Părinții ei erau cadre didactice la Boston University. Tatăl ei, Otto Plath profesor universitar, a murit când ea avea 8 ani. Mama sa, Aurelia, a trebuit să o crească singură, împreună cu fratele ei mai mic. Poeta i-a dedicat poemul Daddy. Talentul literar al Sylviei s-a făcut remarcat de timpuriu, prima poezie fiindu-i publicată la vârsta de opt ani. În vara anului 1953 se înscrie la o colaborare voluntară de patru săptămâni la revista de modă Mademoiselle" din New York. La întoarcerea la mama sa, la Wellesley, Massachusetts, află că, în ciuda speranțelor care i se dădusră, i-a fost refuzat un curs de vară la Harvard, condus de celebrul scriitor Frank O'Connor (1903 - 1966). Disperată, tânăra de 21 de ani s-a dus la mormântul tatălui său și a înghițit 50 de tablete de somnifer, cu intenția de a se sinucide, dar este găsită după trei zile în pivniță și este salvată...

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monika prath

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Just a girl

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Sylvia Plath

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Sylvia Plath

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Sylvia Plath

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MIHAI HANCU

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Am 19 ani si sunt student anul 1 la bucurest(ase finante).

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Zota Patricia

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Scrisoarea IV - vers Engleza

de Mihai Eminescu

See the tall and lonely castle mirrored in the placid lake, \'Neath those waters does its shadow through the ages never wake, Silently above the pine-tress rise its ancient rampart stark, Throwing...

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The Seafarer

de Ezra Pound

May I for my own self song\'s truth reckon, Journey\'s jargon, how I in harsh days Hardship endured oft. Bitter breast-cares have I abided, Known on my keel many a care\'s hold, And dire sea-surge,...

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At the mother's cross A face of an angel of childhood

de Laurențiu Nelu Rădoi

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Under the acacias bathed in dead winter's frost, Driven in the wheel of life by a windy March, The moon rises warm, but it's so far away The too...

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THE GRIFFIN

de Alina Mihai

I took the path of silence and of black night The sunlit world was far behind me The grass swayed gently in the moonlight And trees were tall, and starry sky And yet all these I could not see. On...

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Heresy

de Dragos Angelescu

We walk this path of beaten stone For ever feeling more alone Under the eyes of gods we march In step, Following a thousand hearts of rithm Slaves of a will We've never been aware of. We march, our...

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Life\'s Turn

de Bledea Ovidiu

Even though the moon\'s the same Shining down on tips of trees, Its rays of weak glow Light a chaotic quietness, Which echoes deep in my soul Off the walls of the emptyness that you left; None of...

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Iulia ELIZE - ”Miei albi sau Ulițele cele vechi ale cerului” - Un ”Însemn” romanesc, pe tema etosului popular

de Iulia Elize

”Miei albi sau Ulițele cele vechi ale cerului” - CARTE, ROMAN 437 de pagini, alb-negru, Format: B5 Publicat la Editura "PIM", Iași Anul apariției Cărții: 2020 ISBN: 978-606-13-5753-6 MIEI ALBI sau...

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Hamlet

de William Shakespeare

HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 3) ACT I SCENE III A room in Polonius\' house. [Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA] LAERTES My necessaries are embark\'d: farewell: And, sister, as the winds give benefit And...

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Into my arms

de Marian

I don\'t believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave...

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Two Look at Two

de Robert Frost

Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not much further up. They must have halted soon in any case With thoughts of a path back, how...

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