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Fred Moramarco

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Dr. Moramarco is a Professor of English at San Diego State and the Editor of Poetry International, an annual journal of new poetry published there. He is the co-author of Containing Multitudes: Poetry in the United States Since 1950 and Modern American Poetry, and co-editor of Men of Our Time: Male Poetry in Contemporary America. ,,I\'ve devoted a lot of my life to poetry. Reading it, writing it, writing about it. In her wonderful novel, \"Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant,\" Anne Tyler writes, \"There ought to be a whole separate language for truth.\" I think there is such a language--the language of poetry. Poems create the miracle of connecting our inner lives. We live in a world where the language of advertising, commerce, and politics are so filled with falseness, deception, and manipulation, that we have an absolute longing to hear words spoken from the heart, with clarity, precision, and authenticity.``

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Radu

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There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. Albert Einstein (1879-1955)

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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 Ber

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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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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...

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I dreamed this dream and I still dream of it

de Arseny Tarkovsky

I dreamed this dream and I still dream of it and I will dream of it sometime again. Everything repeats itself and everything will be reincarnated, and my dreams will be your dreams. There, to one...

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Miracles

de Coana Loenida

It really is a matter of perspective. The morning air is still dim and cool the birds I can hear almost seem to be whispering about something that has yet to happen, and if it does they will sing and...

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(The ugly) Miracle

de Da

Every knife that stabs a back and makes you feel you`re not a wreck It's a miracle All our creations great and small Crappy streets and blocks that fall That's a miracle Half-drunk babies being born...

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Alte concursuri, alți castigători

de Maria Tirenescu

Așa cum am promis, revin cu informații proaspete. Cu doar două zile în urmă am primit revista în care am găsit ceea ce urmează. a) International Haiku Poetry Festival, The Aichi Expo, July 2005...

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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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Sonnet LXV

de William Shakespeare

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o\'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall...

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story....

de Florea Ana-Maria

Grey! That was the colour that described everything around him:nature,atmosphere,colours....everything... One glance around him and he felt as if the colour entered his soul,never to leave it! He got...

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trying to bury santa

de Andrei Dumitrescu

They\'re trying to bury Santa Claus, to kill Christmas Eve, to make our miracles blurry to make us not believe, They\'re trying to buy the story to grasp the hollowness with their teeth, to rip the...

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de ce să deschizi ochii

de Petru Teodor

Poza bunicilor din perete, photoshop-ul lor, o amintire imposibilă (a se citi tăiat/decupat și lipit or overlayed exposure of photographic photo paper) și reflectarea noastră în ecranul TV-ului LCD...

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