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James LaughlinJL

James Laughlin

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Poet american și publicist, James Laughlin s-a născut in 1914 în Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Personalitatea sa poetică s-a dezvoltat sub influența lui Ezra Pound și a lui William Carlos Williams. James Laughlin a publicat primele poezii în culegeri la editura pe care a fondat-o, "New Directions". Dintre operele sale, cităm: In Another Country (1979) Selected Poems (1986) The House of Light (1986) Tabellae" (1986) The Owl of Minerva (1987) Collemata and Pound As Wuz (1988) Collected Poems of James Laughlin (1992) Angelica" (1992) The Man in the Wall (1993) The Country Road (1995) The Secret Room (1997) A Commonplace Book of Pentastichs (1998) Byways: A Memoir (2005) The Way It Wasn't: From the Files of James Laughlin (2006). În 1992 a câștigat premiul "Distinguished Contribution to American Letters". Poet protestatar, stăpânit de dorința de a transforma lumea, James Laughlin a fost un solitar, trăind izolat la Connecticut. Lirica sa respiră o puternică sinceritate, curaj și fervoare,...

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the crow

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un spectru bantuie Europa

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The Rave parties going JesterTJ

The Rave parties going Jester

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nu stiu cum naiba sa scap de contul asta infect

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The Shadow

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Ben BerBB

Ben Ber

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AD

Alex Dan

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21 de ani,imi place singuratatea,observ si judec, imi place sa ma joc cu realitatea,scriu poezie si proza. Sper sa va placa...

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Matei Alexandru Marian

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Anca Emancipatu

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Pelin Razvan Romeo

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Florin DumitruFD

Florin Dumitru

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Mai multe poezii scrise de mine gasiti la varianta in engleza a site-ului... (apasati pe steagul britanic). Adresa mea de mail este floringabriel2003@yahoo.com

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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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Alexandra Leaving

de Radu Tudor Ciornei

Suddenly the night has grown colder. The god of love preparing to depart. Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder, They slip between the sentries of the heart. Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure, They...

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To Silvia

de Giacomo Leopardi

Silvia, do you remember the moments, in your mortal life, when beauty still shone in your sidelong, laughing eyes, and you, light and thoughtful, went beyond girlhood’s limits? The quiet rooms and...

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zarathustra

de Friedrich Nietzsche

1891 THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA by Friedrich Nietzsche translated by Thomas Common PROLOGUE Zarathustra\'s Prologue 1. WHEN Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the lake of his home,...

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O, rămâi / Stay with me

de Nic Zarnescu

„O, rămâi, rămâi la mine, / “Stay with me as long as ever, Te iubesc atât de mult! / As my love so deep and great, Ale tale doruri toate / ‘cause your wishes are forever Numai eu știu să le-ascult; /...

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Tears of the Sun

de Martinescu Vlad

Tears of the sun Martinescu Vlad Upon a beach of golden sand, Somewhere in nowhere land, A man is sleeping. Covered by a red and blue, White striped beach blanket He waits to die. The sun is crying...

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Just laughing out the pain. Story of my life

de George Asztalos

Îmi amintesc o bătaie cruntă încasată de la taică-meu vitreg Eram un țînc curios am aprins un chibrit Și l-am băgat în mingea nouă a lui soră-mea Habar nu aveam de ce primește doar ea Toate jucăriile...

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Perils of the Small Hours

de Aldous Leonard Huxley

When life burns low as the fire in the grate And all the evening\'s books are read, I sit alone, save for the dead And the lovers I have grown to hate. But all at once the narrow gloom Of hatred and...

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Les Silhouettes

de Oscar Wilde

The sea is flecked with bars of grey, The dull dead wind is out of tune, And like a withered leaf the moon Is blown across the stormy bay. Etched clear upon the pallid sand Lies the black boat: a...

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Anathema

de Dragos

Forgive me father for I have sinned, the end of my last confession was a world away, when u cast me out into the blades of this rotting reality that cut my soul so thin my own feelings would not...

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