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ȘSȘtefan Stoenescu
Ștefan Stoenescu (n. 30 ianuarie 1936, București) este un filolog, eseist și traducător (din și în limba engleză) american, originar din România. Absolvent al Facultății de filologie română și engleză (catedra de limba și literatură engleză), Universitatea București (1962) (și ulterior al cursului de masterat în literatură comparată, Universitatea Cornell, SUA, 1990), a fost cadru universitar la Universitatea din București, Facultatea de Limbi Străine (1964-1987), până la cererea de azil politic în septembrie 1987 în SUA. Membru titular al Uniunii Scriitorilor din România (1978); Membru titular al Academiei Americano-Române de Stiințe și Arte (ARA) (1998) Membru în comitetul editorial al revistei "Origini/Romanian Roots" (1997), Norcross, Georgia, SUA Membru al comitetului editorial al anuarului "Caiete Internaționale de Poezie" (2000), Norcross Georgia, SUA
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RDRobert Duncan
Robert Duncan (January 7, 1919 – February 3, 1988) was an American poet and a student of H.D. and the Western esoteric tradition who spent most of his career in and around San Francisco. Though associated with any number of literary traditions and schools, Duncan is often identified with the New American Poetry and Black Mountain poets. Duncan's mature work emerged in the 1950s from within the literary context of Beat culture and today he is also identified as a key figure in the San Francisco Renaissance. During the 1960s, Duncan achieved considerable artistic and critical success with three books; The Opening of the Field (1960), Roots and Branches (1964), and Bending the Bow (1968). These are generally considered to be his most significant works. His poetry is modernist in its preference for the impersonal, mythic, and hieratic, but Romantic in its privileging of the organic, the irrational and primordial, the not-yet-articulate blindly making its way into language like salmon...
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Bb.mcneill
l love my little rooster, and my rooster loves me Gonna cherish that chicken 'neath a green bay tree Little rooster go Cock-a-doodle-doo Doodle-doo doodle-doo And l love my little hen, and my hen, she loves me
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GVGilles Vigneault
Gilles Vigneault, (born 27 October 1928) is a Québécois poet, publisher and singer-songwriter, and well-known Quebec nationalist and sovereigntist. A poet deeply rooted in his native Quebec, Vigneault has become an icon at home and Quebec ambassador abroad. He was one of the principal figures of the generation of chansonniers who helped the Quebec chanson find its own identity, even while helping it find a universal dimension. Born in Natashquan, on the far north shore of the St. Lawrence River in Quebec, he was educated in Rimouski and Quebec City. Vigneault started writing poetry during his studies at the Seminary in Rimouski, and by the 1950s was publishing poems and writing songs. In 1959 he founded a publishing house, Les Éditions de l'Arc to distribute his publications. His first collection, Étraves was published in 1959. In August 1960, at the request of the audience at the boîte à chansons L'Arlequin in Quebec City, he agreed to sing his earliest song: Jos Monferrand, written...
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EDEmily Dickinson
Elizabeth Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830 in the quiet community of Amherst, Massachusetts, the second daughter of Edward and Emily Norcross Dickinson. Emily, Austin (her older brother) and her younger sister Lavinia were nurtured in a quiet, reserved family headed by their authoritative father Edward. Throughout Emily’s life, her mother was not "emotionally accessible," the absence of which might have caused some of Emily’s eccentricity. Being rooted in the puritanical Massachusetts of the 1800’s, the Dickinson children were raised in the Christian tradition, and they were expected to take up their father’s religious beliefs and values without argument. Later in life, Emily would come to challenge these conventional religious viewpoints of her father and the church, and the challenges she met with would later contribute to the strength of her poetry. The Dickinson family was prominent in Amherst. In fact, Emily’s grandfather, Samuel Fowler Dickinson, was one of the founders...
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James Alan Hetfield
James Hetfield In Brief: James Alan Hetfield Born: August 3, 1963 From: Los Angeles, California Personal: Married, 2 Children Specialty: Angst-ridden, soul-rending, growling, loud-ass vocals Instrument: vocals, guitars Vitals: blue eyes, blonde hair, 6\'1\"/1.85 meters tall, weighs 180 lbs/81.65 kilos Hetfield was born to a truck driver and light opera singer on August 3rd, 1963, in Los Angeles. His family\'s Christian Science religious beliefs are often mentioned as the root of James\' \"tortured soul\" lyrics. Musically, he began at age 9 with piano lessons, then banging away on his brother David\'s drums and finally to guitar. With his guitar in hand, James aspired to become a rock star in his first band, Obsession. The band was made up of the Veloz brothers on bass and drums and Jim Arnold on guitar. A pair of friends, Ron McGovney and Dave Marrs, acted as the band\'s roadies. This meant sitting in the loft of the Veloz garage running a control panel for makeshift lighting...
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LSLagerlof Selma
[[eng]] born Nov. 20, 1858, Mårbacka, Swed. died March 16, 1940, Mårbacka Swedish novelist. She was working as a schoolmistress when she wrote her first novel, Gösta Berlings saga (1891), a chronicle of life in her native Värmland. Later works include Jerusalem (1901–02), which established her as Sweden's foremost novelist, and The Wonderful Adventures of Nils and its sequel (1906–07), a geography reader for children in fantasy form. A naturally gifted storyteller, she rooted her work in legend and saga. In 1909 she became the first woman and the first Swedish writer to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. [[/eng]]
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AWAlice Walker
Alice Walker is an American novelist, short-story writer, poet, essayist, and activist. Her most famous novel, The Color Purple, was awarded the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award in 1983. Alice Walker\'s creative vision is rooted in the economic hardship, racial terrorism, and folk wisdom of African American life and culture, particularly in the rural South. Her writing explores multidimensional kinships among women, among men and women, among humans and animals and embraces the redemptive power of social, spiritual and political revolution.
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Roots
de Adrian Georgescu
rădăcinile noastre sunt adânc înfipte în asfalt rădăcinile noastre ne spânzură ochii în fiecare zi nimeni nu ne vede pe stradă locuitorii de aici întorc capul mereu către reclame și stopuri mă plimb...
Roots, bloody roots
de razvan cirezaru
M-am dus să văd Apocalypto fără mare tragere de inimă, într-o sâmbătă, din plictiseală. Așa cum mă așteptam, nu m-a dat pe spate. Nu am regretat însă că m-am dus, cu atât mai mult cu cât n-am avut...
iron roots
de Ela Victoria Luca
lucidă te las să îmi greșești în fiecare zi am toleranță la dezamăgire am în vertebre iertarea te las și astăzi și de o mie de ori să îndeși mâinile în carnea mea în mintea mea și să rupi să îmi...
hărți pentru deșert. no roots.
de Daniela Bîrzu
& mici zvâcnete/ animale nocturne/ paturi cu grilaje de fier nu vom mai coborî niciodată în pivniță nu vom mai aprinde lumânări. printre scări care se descompun în momentul în care pășești pe ele....
Pseudosonet englez
de Cristian Vasiliu
When seeds of madness start to grow And spread their roots into my soul It’s you that make my faults to rest Into the treasure of my chest …And then I rise on lips a cry Because my very core is thy;...
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...
Love poem
de Ana
We made love last night beneath the stars. The moon Cyclopetic eye unblinking staring us down uncovering our bodies of the darkness like naked roots we tangled ourselves thighs and elbows heavy fruit...
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...
Carpe Noctem
de Aldous Leonard Huxley
There is no future, there is no more past, No roots nor fruits, but momentary flowers. Lie still, only lie still and night will last, Silent and dark, not for a space of hours, But everlastingly. Let...
hunting
de Acsy Mark
Where did my inspiration go when I could fly and had a flow? Why did my inspiration fade... cut from it\'s roots by s strange blade? Like diamonds sparkled then my eyes untamed then by the “what...
Amintiri
de Maria Prochipiuc
Într-un colț de cer Rădăcinile eternității Iși sapă secunda în taină. Iluzie clădită Pe-un strop de moarte! Culoarea vântului Trist Scrie silabele iubirii... Eu sunt, Tu ești ... a nu mai fi!...
WALKING IN LIGHT
de Floriana Pachia
I first halted on the riverbank staring before and behind at the myriad signs sprung like grass blades along the walks of life I left behind a harbor a sunny seashore and people up and about renting...