Sari la conținutul principal
Poezie.ro

"Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs"1783 rezultate

0.02 secundeMeilisearch
40 rezultate
ND

nicoleta d.

AutorAtelier

no words are enough to say what I had lived...the words are plane and could not show the beauty that ihave lived...nothing is important to me, but my , myself and I...I could write my life with simple words but the sparkness of the real life could not be seen and felt...so all that I can say is that I live, not only exist...

5 poezii, 0 proze

Katri ValaKV

Katri Vala

AutorClasic

( 1901 – 1944 ) One of the Finnish poets who brought a free verse style of writing poetry into the mainstream of Finnish literature. Her work is full of the ecstasy of life, longing for distant places, and a use of vocabulary glutted in color, into which are woven a general radical quality, which affects her late works especially. She is considered a late proponent of the ideals of the Carriers of the Flame. Her earlier works show her dedicated to light and its power. Her output is not extensive. Mention should be made of: Kaukainen puutarha (The Distant Garden) (1924) Sininen ovi (The Blue Door) (1926) Maan laiturilla (On the Land Wharf) (1930) In some later works, there is a more serious, darker tone, represented by: Paluu (The Return) (1934) Pesäpuu palaa (The Nest Tree Burns) (1942) Her life’s program was: Oh! If life could be better than death! Katri Vala died of tuberculosis at the end of WW II, while under treatment in Sweden. Even so, her poetry remained more life-positive...

1 poezii, 0 proze

IM

Irimia Madalina

AutorAtelier

Eu

6 poezii, 0 proze

Gabi Snow ShadeGS

Gabi Snow Shade

AutorAtelier

1 poezii, 0 proze

John SnowJS

John Snow

AutorAtelier

3 poezii, 0 proze

Yevgeny YevtushenkoYY

Yevgeny Yevtushenko

AutorClasic

Yevgeny Yevtushenko Best known poet of the post-Stalin generation of Russian poets, Yevtushenko\'s early poems show the influence of Mayakovsky and loyalty to communism, but with such works as The Third Snow (1955) Yevtushenko become a spokesman for the young post-Stalin generation and travelled abroad widely throughout the Khrushchev and the Brezhnev periods. Yevtushenko was born in Zima in Irkutsk (July 18, 1933) as a fourth-generation descendant of Ukrainians exiled to Siberia. He moved to Moscow in 1944, where he studied at the Gorky Institute of Literature from 1951 to 1954. In 1948 he accompanied his father on geological expeditions to Kazakhstan and to Altai in 1950. His first important narrative poem Zima Junction was published in 1956 but gained international fame in 1961 with Babi Yar, in which he denounced Nazi and Russian anti-Semitism. The poem was not published in Russia until 1984, althoug it was frequently recited in both Russia and abroad. The Heirs of Stalin (1961),...

0 poezii, 0 proze

Derek MahonDM

Derek Mahon

AutorClasic

Poet contemporan a cărui poezie a influențat tinerele generații de poeți britanici si irlandezi,și, dincolo de insulă, poezia scandinavă. Studiază la Sorbona(absolvind în 1966), lucrează ca ziarist, călătorește în Statele Unite ale Americii, Canada. Este caștigător al premiului David Cohen pentru poezie,în anul 2007. *** Derek Mahon (born 23 November 1941) is a Northern Irish poet. He was born in Belfast, Northern Ireland. Poetry 1965: Twelve Poems. Festival Publications, Belfast 1968: Night-Crossing. Oxford University Press 1970: Ecclesiastes Phoenix Pamphlet Poets 1970: Beyond Howth Head. Dolmen Press 1972: Lives. Oxford University Press 1975: The Snow Party. Oxford University Press 1977: In Their Element. Arts Council of Northern Ireland 1979: Poems 1962-1978. Oxford University Press 1981: Courtyards in Delft. Gallery Press 1982: The Hunt By Night. Oxford University Press 1985: Antarctica. Gallery Press 1990: The Chinese Restaurant in Portrush: Selected Poems. Gallery Press 1991:...

2 poezii, 0 proze

Ioan TițianIT

Ioan Tițian

AutorAtelier

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...

6 poezii, 0 proze

KI

kim jong il

AutorAtelier

1 poezii, 0 proze

AD

Adam Drucker

AutorClasic

The power of word and a child\'s imagination walk their way through Doseone\'s works creating music described by Urb as \"so indelible you may have to physically turn it off and take a breather.\" From his sought after release \'Hemispheres\' to his poetic soundscape \'Slow Death\', his releases have overflowed with such style that it prompted one reviewer to dub him \"an artist who may turn out to be one of our generation\'s most important.\" One of hiphop\'s most prolific artists, he is the driving force behind Themselves, Deep Puddle Dynamics, cLOUDDEAD, and Greenthink and has provided guest vocals for a slew of other notable releases. From an east coast birth, to a midwest education, and now a westcoast lease, its full circle and all heart. \"Some kids just gotta be different, and some kids just gotta be Doseone.\" - Vice

1 poezii, 0 proze

Athanasia

de Oscar Wilde

To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught Of all the great things men have saved from Time, The withered body of a girl was brought Dead ere the world\'s glad youth had touched its prime, And...

PoezieClasic

Sonet CXXX de William Shakespeare

de Cristian Vasiliu

Sub pleoape nu i se ascunde-un soare, Mărgeanul de pe buze i-a pălit, De-i albă neaua, sânul ei îmi pare Posomorât iar păru-i - de-antracit; Petala roze-i alb-trandafirie Și fragedă, cum nu-i al ei...

Atelier

Sonet CXXX

de William Shakespeare

Sub pleoape nu i se ascunde-un soare, Mărgeanul de pe buze i-a pălit, De-i albă neaua, sânul ei îmi pare Posomorât iar păru-i - de-antracit; Petala roze-i alb-trandafirie Și fragedă, cum nu-i al ei...

PoezieClasic

The Destruction of Sennacherib

de George Gordon Noel Byron

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep...

PoezieClasic

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...

PoezieClasic

Why

de Emma

Why is it life so dear to us? Why is it pure,magic and thus Sparkling,hidden under mists of grass, On the ground of sky Lightened by the faithful moonly rye. However absurd this definition seems This...

PoezieAtelier

Dracula

de Bram Stoker

Chapter 7 - Cutting from \"the Dailygraph\". (Pasted in Mina Murray\'s Journal.) From a Correspondent. 8 August. Whitby One of the greatest and suddenest storms on record has just been experienced...

ProzăClasic

PARADISE LOST -- Book XII

de John Milton

Book XII As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the world destroyed and world restored, If Adam aught perhaps might interpose; Then, with...

PoezieClasic

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...

PoezieAtelier

The Code

de Robert Frost

There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always lifted toward the west Where an irregular sun-bordered cloud Darkly advanced with a...

PoezieClasic