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NANaim Araidi
Naim Araidi was born in 1950, in the Druze village of Marrar in the Galilee. He went to Hebrew school in Haifa, and continued to a PhD in Hebrew Literature. He teaches in Haifa and has published numerous books of poetry and prose both Arabic and Hebrew. He has been awarded the Prime Minister's Award; The Creativity Prize for Arabic Literature; and an honorary PhD from the World Academy for Arts and Culture. A book of poetry entitled Back to the Village is available in English The first poetry book published in 1972 and others: Back into the village, 1986 - Perhaps this is love, 1990 - Five dimensions, 1991 Soldiers of water,1988 (prose) Fatal baptizing, 1992 (novel), Still - run deep, 2003 (poems). He has been translated into many languages. Books Published in Hebrew Is Love Possible [poetry), Eked, 1972 [Eich Efshar Leehov) Compassion and Fear [poetry), Eked, 1975 [Hemlah Ve-Pahad) Return to the Village [poetry), Am Oved, 1986 [Hazarti El Ha-Kefar) Perhaps it`s Love [poems ), Sifriat...
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MNMillosh Gjergj Nikolla
Millosh Gjergj Nikolla (October 13, 1911 - August 26, 1938) was an Albanian poet born in Shkodër, Albania. Migjeni, pen name of Millosh Gjergj Nikolla, was born in Shkodra. In a letter of 12 January 1936 written to translator Skënder Luarasi (1900-1982) in Tirana, Migjeni announced, "I am about to send my songs to press. Since, while you were here, you promised that you would take charge of speaking to some publisher, ‘Gutemberg’ for instance, I would now like to remind you of this promise, informing you that I am ready." Two days later, Migjeni received the transfer he had earlier requested to the mountain village of Puka and on 18 April 1936 began his activities as the headmaster of the run-down school there. The clear mountain air did him some good, but the poverty and misery of the mountain tribes in and around Puka were even more overwhelming than that which he had experienced among the inhabitants of the coastal plain. Many of the children came to school barefoot and hungry, and...
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Cristina Toropu
I was born in Tg-Jiu ( the beatiful place where people might admire Brancusi's monumental masterpieces), Romania. After getting my Master's degree in Mathematics from University of Bucharest and working for four years as Junior Assistant Professor in Romanian-American University, Bucharest, I decided to leave my country in order to study some more Mathematics. After spending two years in Montreal, Canada, I moved to USA where I am currently doing my Ph.D in Mathematics. Writing poems helps me convey ideas and feelings to other people. It happend that two short poems of mine, translated in French, got published in " North Texas World Literatures Review" Vol. 2, ETC... , run by the Foreign Language Department of UNT, Denton, TX, USA.
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Run Through The Jungle
de Cornel Ghica
Poezia întreagă e o mărturie incontrolabilă Versul este un impuls transformat într-o mărturisire neprevăzută Sunt suficiente câteva clipe de sărăcie ca să devii sensibil praful maidanul ăsta este...
Dark Forest
de Alexandra Cristina Puscasu
Dark Forest my steps fall through the darkest forest I run and try to leave it all behind But I\'m tripped up with every mve I make I seek a light to feed my way But no,... It\'s all in vain- the...
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 Afternoon of a Faun
de Stéphane Mallarmé
These nymphs I would perpetuate. So clear Their light carnation, that it floats in the air Heavy with tufted slumbers. Was it a dream I loved? My doubt, a heap of ancient night, is finishing In many...
cineva să ne-mpuște
de alice drogoreanu
\"Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in his shoes. Then when you do criticize that person, you’ll be a mile away and have his shoes.\" %&1@*(/%¤#\") sunt undeva sus îmi intră un ram de păr pe...
Dimensiuni
de alice drogoreanu
m-aș îndrepta către un raft mai înalt unde să-mi propun un fel de poezie domnule break on through to the other side se vor da Premiile Industriei de Iubărit și tu nu știi cum e să ți se fi întâmplat...
An Epitaph On The Marchioness Of Winchester
de John Milton
This rich Marble doth enterr The honour\'d Wife of Winchester, A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir, Besides what her vertues fair Added to her noble birth, More then she could own from Earth. Summers...
Mamă
de Roger Waters
- Mamă, crezi că vor da cu bomba? Mamă, crezi c-o să le placă acest cântec? Mamă, crezi c-o să-mi spargă boașele? Mamă, crezi c-ar trebui să ridic Zidul? Să candidez la presedinție, mamă? Să am...
PARADISE LOST -- Book VII
de John Milton
Book VII Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill I soar, Above the flight of Pegasean wing! The meaning, not the...
Cyber Lesson Learned
de Ohm
A letter is being written for you. 10/26 Written in draft form, why? Because I know not what else to do? It is as cold here, in draft, as it is in my heart. My body chilled, by your absence. My mind...
Sonnet LI
de William Shakespeare
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed: From where thou art why should I haste me thence? Till I return, of posting is no need. O, what excuse will my poor...
PARADISE LOST -- Book VIII
de John Milton
Book VIII The Angel ended, and in Adam\'s ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear; Then, as new waked, thus gratefully replied. What...
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...
run,rabbit,run
de eduard razvan
ridic privirea obosită spre infinitul de roșu-amar. ceva în mine stinge fără zgomot , fără țipăt. magia orizontului mă orbește în haos. în colțul camerei mele un păianjăn și-a croit pânza neagră....
tamed waters run dry
de Florin Branza
într-un apartament cu patru camere apa îmblânzită se usucă un râu de sânge viu curge uitat aleargă aleargă scaldă-ți lacrimile în el scaldă-ți trupul uscat de vremuri
Scaunul. Run to night tonight
de Ștefan Petrea
scaunul doarme sub efigia curului meu încerc să scriu un poem cu scaun la cap dar nu-mi iese alerg spre noapte în seară ca spre un izvor de umbre și de lună strig spre Eternitate unde mi-ai ascuns...
Android Existence
de Ferchiu Horatiu
run cmd C:\\Suflet\\ziua_a_șaptea\\zbor.exe syntax error 0000021.09 am încercat deja totul division by zero e viața mea la colțul net send ei \"tu...\" nu va primi niciodată mesajul network cable...