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LMLouis McKee
Louis McKee (born July 31, 1951, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) has been a fixture of the Philadelphia poetry scene since the early 70s. He is the author of Schuylkill County (Wampeter, 1982), The True Speed of Things (Slash & Burn, 1984) and eleven other collections. More recently, he has published River Architecture: Poems from Here & There 1973-1993 (Cynic, 1999), Loose Change (Marsh River Editions, 2001) and a volume in the Pudding House Greatest Hits series. Gerald Stern has called his work “heart-breaking” and “necessary,” while William Stafford has written, “Louis McKee makes me think of how much fun it was to put your hand out a car window and make the air carry you into quick adventures and curlicues. He is so adept at turning all kinds of sudden glimpses into good patterns.” Naomi Shihab Nye says, “Louis McKee is one of the truest hearts and voices in poetry we will ever be lucky to know.” Near Occasions of Sin, a collection issued in 2006 by Cynic Press, has been praised by...
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SSorin
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John Enache McGogoo
so... i dont have one but u can visit my blog: http://360.yahoo.com/johnnykid9 i hope u will like it
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FAFallen Angel
so hard to survive.. i fell i cant stand it anymore... y? just y?
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Duca Horia
So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's gonna change. I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on. Going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc, and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, D.I.Y., game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, 9:00 to 5:00, good at golf, washing the car,choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by,looking ahead to the day you die.
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zero nume
some other time ....it's so lonnnng ....u'll get bored
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noemi todean
it's me....the same ....so, am terminat liceul la colegiul national andrei muresanu dej ...am castigat premiul intii la concursul de poezii 'pana de aur' la nivel national,am participat la diferite olimpiade de limba si literatura romana si latina in cadrul scolii generale si liceu. sunt in anul III la facultatea de psihologie babes bolyai cluj napoca.lucrez ca receptioner sef la black tulip hotel dej, hotel de 4 stele.
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TDTeo Dobre
What happened to this song we once knew so well? Signed promise for moments caught within the spell... What happened to wonders we once knew so well? Did we forget what happened, surely we can't tell...
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Jim Morrison
The facts are very simple. So simple that they might mislead you into thinking that the young man whose picture you see on this page is- well, a lot like a lot of other young men. But he isn`t. His full real name is James Douglas Morrison. He was born on December 8, 1943, in Melbourne, Fla.- which is near Cape Kennedy. Jim is six feet tall and has brown hair and haunting blue-grey eyes. After attending Florida State University, he moved to California, where he studied film-making at UCLA. Fortunately, he was side-tracked into the world of music (which had always held great interest for him) and he soon found himself the lead singer of a group called the Doors.
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AIaurel ifteni
Prea bogată pentru o hîrtie, prea desuet so pun pe net... Totuși: născut la Suceava, copilărit în Galați, liceu militar la Cîmpulung Moldovenesc; Școală de aviație Aurel Vlaicu, cadru activ la catedra de invatatmint a școlii de aviație pînă în 1986; Pînă în prezent liber culegător, cugetător, călător pe gînd, pe nor, pe restul cu dor... minastire fără picior pană este fostul zbor...
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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...
Black Widow
de Laura Sylvia Dragomir
Your web has caught too many for whom death, Before they found such creature to admire, Before you knit them in arachnoid desire, Seemed just as light and volatile as breath. You know not innocence...
The Apocalyptic Subculture of a Woman\'s Man
de Ohm
Where can I begin? Where will it end? Well, either in the year 2003 or the year 2006, most likely the latter. The remaining timeline grows thinner as the world grows fatter. It doesn\'t matter,...
De ce priviri adânci ne-ai dăruit...
de Johann Wolfgang Goethe
De ce priviri adânci ne-ai dăruit Ce prind în viitor ani grei să-nșire, Iubirii, pământesc vis sorocit, Nicicând să-i credem sfânta amăgire? De ce ne-ai dat, Destin, un simțământ Ce, inima mereu...
Noaptea de noiembrie
de Alexandru Macedonski
To die is landing on some silent shore Where billows never beat, not tempests roar. Samuel GARTH Deunăzi către ziuă visasem că murisem... Zăceam sub crini și roze, suflare nu aveam, Și mumă, frați,...
Sănătatea curvăsăriei-i grevată de ceva rămas într-un absolut aleatoriu
de Adrian Firica
Cunoașterea, în genere, are un prealabil al stării; însă între sănătatea și starea unui ceva mic de reținut “pentru”, fie și din motive penale (pe la noi e foarte greu de priceput de ce se...
So, девушка
de Corina Gina Papouis
cum să-ți spun? muzica s-a oprit demult nu mai e nici un scaun liber îmi las harpa unde tu îți ții geamătul acolo unde logica și iubirea îți ciupesc gîtul pînă la lacrimi cum să-ți arăt? se-ntîmplă...
So long, goodbye
de Laurentiu
See, yesterday thought that you said Though time will pass you\'ll still be here, And now I\'m laying on the bed Without having you love, my dear. ............................................ Six...
Sonnet LXII
de William Shakespeare
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye And all my soul and all my every part; And for this sin there is no remedy, It is so grounded inward in my heart. Methinks no face so gracious is as mine, No...
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...