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Elizabeth KimEK

Elizabeth Kim

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Elizabeth Kim was born in Korea. Omma was killed by her brother and father ('honour killing') for the sin of sleeping with an American soldier and producing a mixed-race child, Elizabeth. There is no record of her birth or of her name. Dumped in a horrific orphanage in post-war Seoul, Kim was lucky to be adopted by a fundamentalist American family. But just as her American features doomed her in racist Korea, her Korean features served as a constant reminder that she wasn't good enough for her new all-white environment. Her mother had always told her that life was made up of ten thousand joys as well as ten thousand sorrows.

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Kenneth KochKK

Kenneth Koch

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Poetul, romancierul și scenaristul Kenneth Jay Koch s-a născut la 27 februarie 1925 în Cincinnati, Ohio, USA. După ce își face stagiul militar, în 1943, își începe studiile la Universitatea Harward, continuându-le la Columbia University. Timp de trei ani e rezident în Franța și Italia. În anii 1968 și 1969, Kenneth Koch inițiază un curs experimental în cadrul căruia încearcă să-i învețe pe copii să scrie poezie, inițiativă care se bucură de mult succes. Dintre volumele sale amintim: Days and Nights (1982) From the Air (1979) Ko: or, A Season on Earth (1959) On the Edge (1986) On the Great Atlantic Rainway: Selected Poems 1950–1988 (1994) One Train (1994) Permanently (1961) Poems (1953) Bertha, & other plays (1966) Poems from 1952 and 1953 (1968) Seasons on Earth (1987) Sleeping with Women (1969) Straits (1998) Thank You and Other Poems (1962) The Art of Love (1975) The Burning Mystery of Anna in 1951 (1979) The Duplications (1977) The Pleasures of Peace and Other Poems (1969) When the...

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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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Ivan V. LaliæIL

Ivan V. Laliæ

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Ivan V. Laliæ (born June 8, 1931 - died July 28, 1996) was a Serbian poet with a reputation as one of the finest European poets of his time. Laliæ was born into a cultured family in Belgrade; his father, Vlajko, was a journalist, and his grandfather Isidor Bajiæ was a celebrated composer. As a child he experienced the trauma of seeing many of his school-friends perish in an air-raid. Laliæ said that "my childhood and boyhood in the war marked everything I ever wrote as a poem or poetry". Laliæ lived in both Zagreb and Belgrade, and spent the summers with his family in the Istrian town of Rovinj. He was survived by his Croatian wife, Branka, and his younger son. Laliæ was awarded with the most prestigious literary prizes in Yugoslavia. He was admired abroad and books of his poems have been translated into six languages (English, French, Italian, Polish, Hungarian and Macedonian). Individual poems have appeared in more than 20 languages. In her obituary of him, Celia Hawkesworth spoke...

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John Willy Kopperud

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It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...

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Lou Andreas-SaloméLA

Lou Andreas-Salomé

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Lou Andreas-Salomé (née Louise von Salomé) (February 12, 1861 in St. Petersburg – January 5, 1937 in Göttingen) was a Russian-born psychoanalyst and author. Her diverse intellectual interests led to friendships with a broad array of distinguished western luminaries, including Nietzsche, Wagner, Freud, and Rilke. Lou Salomé ( born Luíza Gustavovna Salomé - Луиза Густавовна Саломе) was born in St. Petersburg to an army general and his wife. Salomé was their only daughter; she had five brothers. Although she would later be attacked by the Nazis as a "Finnish Jewess," her parents were actually of French Huguenot and Northern German descent. Seeking an education beyond a typical woman's station of that time and place, when she was seventeen Salomé persuaded the Dutch preacher Hendrik Gillot, twenty-five years her senior, to teach her theology, philosophy, world...

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Fernand DumontFD

Fernand Dumont

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S-a născut la Montmorency, Canada, în anul 1921. A fost profesor de științe sociale la Universitatea din Laval. Poeziile sale au un vers dens, viguros, în căutarea unei etici noi, față de impasurile omului modern. A publicat volumul Îngerul dimineții (1952) *** Fernand Dumont, sociologist, philosopher, theologian and poet (b at Montmorency, Que., June 24, 1927; d at Québec, May 1, 1997). Dumont is considered one of the most prominent intellectuals Quebec has ever produced. An interdisciplinary scholar concerned with the fate of culture and the place of humanity in modern society, he successfully reconciled the dissimilar forces driving his efforts as a teacher striving to impart knowledge; as a researcher seeking to build a consistent, diversified body of work; as a leading scientist aware of the importance of collaboration; and as an intellectual committed to earthly politics while bearing witness to his Christian faith. Born to a working-class family of modest means, he never forgot...

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Sleeping beauty

de alice drogoreanu

când mă vrei plutește un miros gălbui scorojit neclintit se sufocă pereți de carton hârtii de mătase milioane de picioare păroase aleg fire-n tăcere răsucesc dantelării perverse prin amintiri virgine...

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Un copac in mare

de Botea Claudia

Trebuia sa fie o plimbare perfecta de toamna.Soarele se scalda bland printre frunze.Radacinile unui copac cantau Moonlight Sonata de Beethoven.Pasii mei bateau ritmul muzicii.Cu cat inaintam in...

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Nu exista - Sleeping One

de Doru Alexandru

Sub cerul întunecat privesc licări de gheață Ascult crunta liniște a războiului de mult trecut The angels had fallen first; long before human fall Yet in your world still exists perfect beauty Sub...

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Dracula

de Bram Stoker

DRACULA (1897) written by Bram Stoker Chapter 1 - Jonathan Harker\'s Journal 3 May. Bistriz. Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46,...

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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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An everlasting love

de Filip Ruxandra

It was the middle of the night when he first saw me. I was no bigger then 5 centimeters and I was looking into the mirror, dressed in my new little white dress. I didn’t realize till late that I was...

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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...

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Poeți uitați - Albert Samain

de Ionescu Bogdan

A fost o vreme când volumele de poezie se tipăreau într-un numar foarte mic de exemplare pentru a fi dăruite prietenilor. Timpul, accidental și cu al său neprevăzut, a purtat păna la noi unele din...

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Sonnet LXVII

de William Shakespeare

Ah! wherefore with infection should he live, And with his presence grace impiety, That sin by him advantage should achieve And lace itself with his society? Why should false painting imitate his...

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Sonnet X

de William Shakespeare

For shame! deny that thou bear\'st love to any, Who for thyself art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, But that thou none lovest is most evident; For thou art so...

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Sonnet LXIX

de William Shakespeare

Those parts of thee that the world\'s eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due, Uttering bare truth, even so as foes...

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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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Sonet X

de Cristian Vasiliu

Nu poți iubi – negarea-i o rușine! – Pe cel nechibzuit cu-al său prezent; Nici tu, chiar de-alți te iubesc pe tine, Pe nimeni nu iubești, e evident! De ce îngădui urii să te-ndemne Ca însuți tu,...

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