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Taneda SantôkaTS

Taneda Santôka

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Taneda Santōka, birth name: Taneda Shōichi; 3 December 1882 - 11 October 1940) was the pen-name of a Japanese author and haiku poet. He is known for his free verse haiku. Santoka, an ordained Zen priest, after spending most of his life wandering all over the country as a begging monk, chose to settle in Matsuyama only to die 10 months later. The humble cottage where he dwelt -- Isso-an (A Blade of Grass Hermitage) is preserved north of Ehime University. His books and documents are also preserved in Shiki Memorial Museum. "In February of 1929 I received ordination as a monk and became resident priest at Mitori Kannon-do in the countryside of Kumamoto Prefecture. It was truly a solitary forest life (sanrin dokuju); as for quietness it was quiet, as for loneliness it was lonely -- such a life it was." (Taneda Santoka - from "Sômokutô") The Zen he was ultimately to practice, however, though traditional, was unusual. It was the Zen of solitary walking. The open road was to become...

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TC

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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TS

The Shadow

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Ben BerBB

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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MM

Matei Alexandru Marian

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Anca Emancipatu

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Pelin Razvan Romeo

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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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A Page in the book of Destiny

de lidia

That day was like any other... or so I thought. Little did I know that in a spider\'s web I would be caught. Walking along the street a man was staring at me from the other side. Had I known what...

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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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Mecanisme

de diana weisz

Subtitrare defectuoasă Când singurătatea devine mai dulce sublimează întotdeauna o ironie E amintirea a ceea ce a fost mai întâi și viziunea unui trecut prezent constant Dreaming my dream Silently...

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Villanelle: The Psychological Hour

de Ezra Pound

I had over prepared the event, that much was ominous. With middle-ageing care I had laid out just the right books. I had almost turned down the pages. Beauty is so rare a thing. So few drink of my...

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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...

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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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Christabel

de Samuel Taylor Coleridge

PART I \'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock, And the owls have awakened the crowing cock ; Tu--whit !-- -- Tu--whoo ! And hark, again ! the crowing cock, How drowsily it crew. Sir Leoline,...

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Solitude

de George Gordon Noel Byron

To sit on rocks, to muse o\'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest\'s shady scene, Where things that own not man\'s dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne\'er or rarely been; To climb the...

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Foame

de Billy Collins

Foame Vulpea ce ți-ai aburcat-o peste umăr în sacul cenușiu a tăiat o gaură cu un cuțit și a scăpat. Dintr-o dată te simți mai ușor și crezi că ai mai prins puteri cum mergi înapoi spre căscioară...

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