"Put your LOVE coat on my love" – 674 rezultate
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Pretending We went to Dan Lynch's, & listened to White musicians pretending that they were Black. And the people next to us jumped up & down, pretending that they were rock stars. And I put my hand on your knee, pretending that I was your lover. You remained aloof. Why did you have to be the only one who insisted on being yourself?
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LMLouis McKee
Louis McKee (born July 31, 1951, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) has been a fixture of the Philadelphia poetry scene since the early 70s. He is the author of Schuylkill County (Wampeter, 1982), The True Speed of Things (Slash & Burn, 1984) and eleven other collections. More recently, he has published River Architecture: Poems from Here & There 1973-1993 (Cynic, 1999), Loose Change (Marsh River Editions, 2001) and a volume in the Pudding House Greatest Hits series. Gerald Stern has called his work “heart-breaking” and “necessary,” while William Stafford has written, “Louis McKee makes me think of how much fun it was to put your hand out a car window and make the air carry you into quick adventures and curlicues. He is so adept at turning all kinds of sudden glimpses into good patterns.” Naomi Shihab Nye says, “Louis McKee is one of the truest hearts and voices in poetry we will ever be lucky to know.” Near Occasions of Sin, a collection issued in 2006 by Cynic Press, has been praised by...
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Geo Mihali
Last but not least i'm off the leash reach for your masterpiece Feel the release from the phantom bangs you Snatched off i'll put you in a frame and hang you Comin' at you're village from a different angle
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ITIoan Tițian
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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SMStephenie Meyer
Stephenie Meyer\'s life changed dramatically on June 2, 2003. The stay-at-home mother of three young sons woke up from a dream featuring seemingly real characters that she could not get out of her head. \"Though I had a million things to do, I stayed in bed, thinking about the dream. Unwillingly, I eventually got up and did the immediate necessities, and then put everything that I possibly could on the back burner and sat down at the computer to write—something I hadn\'t done in so long that I wondered why I was bothering.\" Meyer invented the plot during the day through swim lessons and potty training, and wrote it out late at night when the house was quiet. Three months later she finished her first novel, Twilight. With encouragement from her older sister (the only other person who knew she had written a book), Meyer submitted her manuscript to various literary agencies. Twilight was picked out of a slush pile at Writer\'s House and eventually made its way to the publishing...
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PRPierre Reverdy
Pierre Reverdy, né à Narbonne, (Aude) le 11 septembre 1889 et mort à l'Abbaye de Solesmes le 17 juin 1960, était un poète français associé au cubisme et aux débuts du surréalisme. Déclaré « né de père et de mère inconnus » à l'état-civil de Narbonne, Pierre Reverdy dut attendre sa vingt-deuxième année pour être reconnu par sa mère. L'année de sa naissance, sa mère était mariée mais son époux vivait en Argentine. Ce n'est qu'en 1897, qu'elle put se remarier avec le père de Reverdy, viticulteur dans la Montagne noire. Pierre Reverdy venait d'une famille de sculpteurs, de tailleurs de pierre d'église. Toute sa vie en sera marquée par un sentiment de religiosité profonde que l'on retrouve dans sa poésie. Il poursuivit ses études à Toulouse et à Narbonne. Il arrive à Paris en octobre 1910. À Montmartre, au célèbre Bateau-Lavoir, il rencontre ses premiers amis : Guillaume Apollinaire, Max Jacob, Louis Aragon, André Breton, Philippe Soupault et Tristan Tzara. Pendant seize ans il vit pour...
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HMHector Hugh Munro
Saki (1870-1916) este pseudonimul lui Hector Hugh Munro Scotianul Hector Hugh Munro si-a publicat articolele si povestirile sub pseudonimul Saki, inspirat poate de paharnicul lui Omar Kayyam. Considerat un maestru al prozei scurte, deseori comparat cu O. Henri si Dorothy Parker, Saki a fost un critic al epocii eduardiene , de cele mai multe ori intr-un stil macabru si crud. A fost crescut de matusile lui, care nu de multe ori au folosit si metode mai dure de a-l educa; sursa de inspiratie pentru personajele lui de mai tarziu.. A fost politist, jurnalist la Westminster Gazette, Daily Express, Bystander, Morning Post si Outlook, corespondent al ziarului Morning Post in Balcani iar, la izbucnirea primului razboi mondial, s-a inrolat in armata cu toate ca depasise varsta. Desi de multe ori ranit si inapt sa lupte s-a incapatanat sa ramana pe front unde a si murit impuscat. Se spune ca ultimele lui cuvinte au fost : \"Put that damned cigarette out!\" Dupa moartea lui, sora sa i-a distrus...
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The Self-Seeker
de Robert Frost
Willis, I didn\'t want you here to-day: The lawyer\'s coming for the company. I\'m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.\" \"With you the feet have...
The Sphinx
de Oscar Wilde
In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir For...
The Axe Helve
de Robert Frost
I\'ve known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me. But that was in the woods, to hold my hand From striking at another alder\'s roots, And that was, as I say, an alder...
Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 7) ACT IV SCENE II Another room in the castle. [Enter HAMLET] HAMLET Safely stowed. ROSENCRANTZ: | | [Within] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet! GUILDENSTERN: | HAMLET What noise?...
Banda lui Moebius
de Iulia Ardelean
Am așteptat aproape 6 ani să-i văd și să-i ascult live. Și din acești 6 ani n-a mai rămas decât puțin. Ȋn 3 ore vor urca pe scena din Piața Centrală. Mai mult decât atât, sunt, împreună cu alți...
20 gold buttons
de Ohm
I dreamed of meeting you in a long black dress with 20 gold buttons a big smile on my face and a big blue moon shining in the sky just the look in your eyes melted five buttons off the bottom of that...
Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 8) ACT IV SCENE VI Another room in the castle. [Enter HORATIO and a Servant] HORATIO What are they that would speak with me? Servant Sailors, sir: they say they have...
Rondeau
de James Henry Leigh Hunt
Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I\'m weary, say I\'m sad, Say that health and wealth have...
Jenny m-a îmbrățișat
de Cosmin Saveanu
Original (de la http://www.charleswelty.com/authors/hunt.htm) Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say...
oare poti vedea
de mardare gabi-vali
Oh baby can\'t you see I need you, come with me Something is telling me that you feel the way I do I want you close to me My heart is telling me I hate the fact that I love you - I feel blue Even...
Taming of the Shrew
de William Shakespeare
Induction, Scene I SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath. Enter Hostess and SLY SLY I\'ll pheeze you, in faith. Hostess A pair of stocks, you rogue! SLY Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues;...
Hamlet
de William Shakespeare
HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 4) ACT II SCENE I A room in POLONIUS\' house. [Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO] LORD POLONIUS Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo. REYNALDO I will, my lord....
when you love someone
de Ioan Grigoraș
scriu uneori cu degetele încrucișate să nu trădez marea vântul primăvara și toate metaforele în care mi-ai îmbrăcat poezia când am trecut pe la ușa ta iar poștașul mi-a șoptit complice e strada...