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JKJohn Keats
John Keats was born on 31 October 1795 (probably), first child of Thomas Keats and Frances Jennings Keats, who had apparently eloped1. Everything was pretty ordinary for all concerned for a while--the Keatses had three more sons (George and Thomas, plus Edward who died as a baby) and one daughter, Frances, by 1803. That was also the year when John went away to school at Enfield. In 1804, John\'s father was killed in a fall from a horse. Just over two months later, for mysterious reasons, Frances remarried, to a London bank clerk named William Rawlings. Frances quickly decided she\'d made some sort of terrible error and left, taking nothing with her since the laws of the time decreed that all her property and even her children belonged to her husband. Frances\' mother, Alice, swept in and took custody of the children, but she could do nothing about the Swan and Hoop, which Rawlings sold immediately before disappearing. It was around this time that John became prone to fistfights, which...
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ITIoan Tițian
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...
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AAna_Maria_Constantinoaia
JUST ME... AND MY DREAMS...
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JDJoe Duggan
Joe Duggan is a poet, writer and facilitator, originally from Northern Ireland. His first full collection “Fizzbombs” was published by Tall Lighthouse in 2008. He was highly commended in The Forward Prize 2009 and featured in the Forward Book of Poetry 2010. He was a founder member of the “Bunch of Chancers” Poetry Group in Derry, touring throughout Ireland and New York State. His work has been published by Brand, Abridged, Fingerpost, Bear in Mind (Lagan Press), Cúirt Journal and the Shuffle Anthology. He has also written stories for children, rap lyrics for the Irish band Different Drums and two texts for Echo Echo Dance Company. He enjoys performing widely on the London poetry scene and featured at Latitude Festival in 2009. A qualified Primary school teacher, he is also an experienced creative writing facilitator, working in both school and community settings. “Under the chatty vernacular is a lovely, casual sharpness, like an unexpected hot chilli in something sold as sweet....
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Olly Komenda Soentgerath
Olly Komenda Soentgerath was born as German in Prague. She studied Germanistik and History at the Karl University. First poems appeared in the \"Prager day sheet\". In the Federal Republic of Germany she published so far ten poem volumes and a Prosaband. Seifert translated her poems into Czech and published them in three volumes in Prague two years before she received the 1984 Nobelprize. The poems of Olly Komenda Soentgerath were published in numerous anthologies, newspapers and magazines. They were toned and translated into several languages - the authoress is member of the PEN- club.She won several literary awards kept among others being the Culture Prize for Bibliography 1992 endowed by the Free State of Bavaria; the Honour Gift of Andreas Gryphius; and in 1996 the Kuenstlergilde endowed by the Federal Ministry of the Inside.
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Alexandra Coslea
Nascuta pe 22.03.1986 Idealista, visatoare, copil...
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BMBologa mihai
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alexandra chiban
eleva de liceu,imi place sa tai lemne si sa dau de mancare la pui
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Cristina
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ersin dervis
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my skin
de B. Andreea
Take a look at my body Look at my hands There\'s so much here that I don\'t understand Your face-saving promises Whispered like prayers I don\'t need them \'Cause I\'ve been treated so wrong, I\'ve...
Memory
de Iurcencu Teodora Ioana
Brightly the sun of summer shone Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky of purest blue, Around, bright flowers of loveliest hue, Allured the gazer\'s eye. But...
Dreaming reality
de Marlena Culi
My mind plays tricks on you Simplicity in words Free the mind where butterflies The sweet smell of ignorance lies. Words of wisdom Bring no meaning The truth of whom, Who ever grieves by crying?...
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...
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,...
Alo, Mass - Media!
de gheorghe Sarbu
Alo, Mass – Media! Subiect 1 Pentru a demonstra ca descoperirea mea, Panaceul Corina Oxiopatia –Sistem de Terapii este lucru desavirsit, website: http://www.sarbu.ro, apelez la procedeul clasic:...
Always on my mind
de George
You are always on my mind You are so sweet and caring Sweetheart, you are one of a kind You are on my mind day and night When I sleep, I always dream of you Knowing everything will work out right I...
Let us dream...
de G.Grace
And I want the rain to fall on me Cold...friendly and free... I want my thin wings made of wind Oh,let the rain to fall on me! I want the magic to step in To twist the world and us within... The love...
Exchange(s)
de Traian Rotărescu
Purtând lungile mănuși negre (care, cu siguranță, i-ar fi încăput chiar și lui Sleipnir dacă ar fi avut două picioare în loc de opt), Vrăjitoarea de la etajul nouă tocmai potrivise la gramofon valsul...
The Sphinx
de Oscar Wilde
In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir For...