"Shadows and Strings" – 231 rezultate
0.01 secundeMeilisearchMarie Claire Blais
Marie-Claire Blais (n. 5 octombrie 1939) este o scriitoare canadiană de limbă franceză. *** Born in Quebec City, Quebec, she was educated at a convent school and at Université Laval. It was at Laval that she met Jeanne Lapointe and Father Georges Lévesque, who encouraged her to write and, in 1959, to publish her first novel, La Belle Bête (trans. Mad Shadows) in 1959 when she turned 20. She has since written over 20 novels, several plays, collections of poetry and fiction, as well newspaper articles. Her works have been translated into numerous languages, including English and Chinese. With the support of the eminent American critic Edmund Wilson, Blais won two Guggenheim Fellowships. In 1963, Blais moved to the United States, initially living in Cambridge, Massachusetts. There she met her partner, American artist Mary Meigs, and she later relocated to Wellfleet on Cape Cod. In 1975, after two years living in Brittany, she moved back to Quebec with her partner. For about twenty years...
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Ioana Veronica Epure
Născută pe 22 iunie 1988, am terminat liceul Traian din Constanța, profil mate-fizică. Studentă la Facultatea de Comunicare și Relații Publice "David Ogilvy" din cadrul SNSPA. Texte publicate în Informația Cernavodei (ziar local cernavodean), Adolescentul (suplimentul cotidianului Cuget Liber), revistele literare Agora și Tomis. Premiul "Tinere Condeie" 2004, 2005. Participare la festivalul Primăvara poeților, 2006. Membră a cenaclurilor literare Săgetătorul și Atlantis. Membră agonia.ro din iulie 2004. "I take a bottle of wine and I go drink it among the flowers. We are allways three ... counting my shadow and my friend, the shimmering moon. Happily, the moon knows nothing of drinking, and my shadow is never thirsty. When I sing, the moon listens to me in silence. When I dance, my shadow dances too. After all festivities the guests must depart. This sadness I do not know. When I go home, the moon goes with me and my shadow follows me." (Vangelis, "The Little Fete")
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John Keats
John Keats John Keats (October 31, 1795 – February 23, 1821) was one of the principal poets of the English Romantic movement. During his short life, his work received constant critical attacks from the periodicals of the day, though politics, rather than aesthetics, often dictated those opinions. By the mid-nineteenth century, however, audiences began to appreciate more fully the significance of the cultural change his work both presaged and helped to form. Elaborate word choice and sensual imagery characterize Keats' poetry. He often felt himself working in the shadow of past poets, particularly Milton and Spenser, and only towards the end of his life produced his most original and most memorable poems, including a series of odes that remain among the most popular poems in English. Oscar Wilde, the aestheticist non pareil was to later write: "[...] who but the supreme and perfect artist could have got from a mere colour a motive so full of marvel: and now I am half enamoured of the...
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The Shadow
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GABI
Peste tot si niciunde
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Laurentiu Nicolae
... stop Și de la capăt. Am început să scriu în primul an de facultate, poate din nevoia de a arde din gândurile ce nu-mi dădeau pace, cochetând cu poezia ca formă de exprimare a trăirilor, suficient de directă și brutală pentru a fi înțeleasă și totuși suficient de misterioasă și ascunsă pentru a lăsa loc îndoielii. Scrise de obicei la ore târzii, ele n-au fost la început decât o formă rudimentară de fotografie a sufletului, un clasor cu un alt fel de amintiri.
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barbu roxana-maria
am vazut lumina zilei pe 21 iunie 1990,in orasul bacau,dar ,am avut norocul de a-mi petrece primii ani ai copilariei intr-o lume de vis,intr-un sat linistit,aflat pe malul stang al dunarii ,un sat cu oameni cuminti,si cu frica de Dumnezeu.am scris inca de mica,si aveam satisfactia de a-mi fi ascultate poeziile.dupa cum era obiceiul prin acele locuri,ieseam seara dupa o zi lunga si obositoare,cu totii ,la poarta.femeile,unele coseau,altele torceau lana sau impleteau,in timp ce barbatii curatau porumb sau alte mestesuguri ce le voi mentiona in alte imprejurari; eu,nefiind prea multi copii pe-acolo,aveam de fiecare data privilegiu de a fi in centrul atentii,si astfel imi erau ascultate poziile.dupa ce am mai crescut ,nu am mai avut la tara timp de scris,fiind programul mult prea incarcat,dimineata la trei plecam la camp,si ne intorceam o data cu soarele ce se lasa peste sat.dar asta nu m-a impiedicat sa adun impresii si sa memorez imagini de o tulburatoare frumusete si...
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Teodorescu Ioana Cristina
...cu un trecut obosit deja de dorinta de viitor,cu etape nu rareori stinse de greutate,cu o mama ce a stiut intotdeauna sa fie si cel mai bun tata,cu o inima adeseori mult prea incapatoare,cu prietenii rapuse de interese sau doar incompatibilitati,cu zambete luminoase sau sleite de falsitate,cu credinte negate mai intai de teribilism iar mai apoi de cunoastere,cu o dragoste neimplinita si un suflet intarit de insasi teama de a o vedea pierind incet...cu niste maini si o inima ce nu vor altceva decat sa scrie...si un viitor ce se anunta feeric,macar de numai pe hartie....ce poate fi mai mult de atat,biografie?
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Dan Roxana - Maria
Nascuta intr-o zi ploioasa de primavara in Orasul Viorilor , am avut o copilarie fara prea multe amintiri , de care m-am desprins in momentul in care am fost admisa la Liceul Militar 'Mihai Viteazul ' din Alba Iulia . Desi am obtinut o nota mare la examenul de bacalaureat , am avut parte de un esec la edmiterea de la Academia Navala 'Mircea cel Batran ' , esec ce m-a determinat sa imi continui drumul , pe calea armatei , prin intermediul ' Scolii Militare de Maistri Militari a Fortelor Navale ' (scoala in care inca mai studiez ).
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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...
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...
and the story always ends the same
de Ela Victoria Luca
Motto: \"The night surrounds me I try and get you off my mind But still... still it hounds me If I could see you one more time In a moment of madness We gambled and then we lost Now we live in the...
Night Journey
de .
I just try and try and try To keep myself sober, as time is passing by. This night at some unknown hour I\'ll witness witchery great power. The ghosts are begging for this time, This time when logic...
Crossing border
de GPF
I need air to breathe I need you so I can live Can I trust your hand Mostly in the end... When I see in your eyes Many shadows and you cannot disguise ? Why we fly to different dawns ? Why the echo...
The Oueen of darkness
de petrescu alexandra
Outside is cold and dark You dont\'n see nothing anywhere The Universe is dress in black And shadows\'s nights are everywhere. And far away a song is sing A song of hidden happiness The nature stoped...
perpetual red
de razvan cirezaru
the ones which, cursed, forever dwell far from the shores of the known world, sunk in the deepest pits of hell, both young and old, may once recall the touch of their immortal stare from the beyond,...
tăcere infinită
de Mihaela Maxim
numele ei pictat pe toate clipele învie rana surâsului în carnea viorii corzile au înghesuit litere mobile curg într-un cerc haotic visele ielele perlele umbrele pletele parfumul unei nopți ce nu-ți...
Cursed
de Ruxandra Moholea
almost flowerlike core beyond green and the shadows crawling dusk towards dawn erupting the heat in a circle of whites and blacks frenzy guardian angels wrap me in arms hiding me from the sweet...
The magic in our words
de Andrei Dumitrescu
The magic in our words sells us to our stories tonight, As the sharpest swords share destinies untold by the dripping blood, hanging by the edge of the dark blades deceiving timeless snakes Wild and...
