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USUmberto Saba
Umberto Saba (9 March 1883 - 26 August 1957) was the pseudonym of Italian poet and novelist Umberto Poli. His creative work was hampered by a life-long struggle with mental illness. Saba was born in Trieste, then a part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. He had Italian citizenship through his father. His mother was Jewish. His father abandoned the family before Umberto was born, and his mother employed a Slovene nanny, Peppa Sabaz, to raise him. He became very attached to her, and revered her memory in his poetry. From 1903-1904, he attended the University of Pisa, where he studied archaeology, German, and Latin. In was in this period that he began to complain of a nervous disorder, which was to become more severe with time. Quitting school, Saba worked for a time as an apprentice and was a cabin-boy on a merchant ship. From 1907-1908 he served in the military in Salerno. He married Carolina Wölfler in 1909, and they had a daughter, Lina, the following year. By 1928, Saba was suffering...
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ABAdrian Batista
this is a test account, and a test bio. thanks for your understanding. Biografia are acum posibilitatea de a fi editata cu multe optiuni vizuale. Titlu titlu 2 un citat foarte interesant eun citat foarte intersa
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Iulia
This is real,this is me I'm exactly where i'm suppose to be
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PCPierre de Saint Cloud
This skillful and cultured poet brought the adventures of Renart the Fox, known previously only in Latin, to a wider, French-speaking public. The two earliest branches of the Roman de Renart, II and Va (ca. 1174–77), which relate the love affair of Renart and Hersent the she-wolf, are attributed to him. Though he imitated Ysengrimus for three episodes (“Renart and Chantecler,” “Renart and the Titmouse,” “Renart and Hersent”) and Marie de France for another (“The Fox and the Crow”), “Renart and Tibert the Cat” is his own invention. He pokes fun at the legal system, pontifical legates and certain religious institutions, princes and nobles, through a subtle parody, intended largely to evoke laughter, of the chansons de geste and Arthurian romance. He was read and imitated by French and foreign authors of beast epics, such as Jacquemart Gielée, Heinrich der Glîchezâre, and Chaucer), by fabulists and writers of exempla (Eudes de Cheriton, Nicole Bozon, Jacques de Vitry), and by Philippe de...
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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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IIsabella
2005-prezent studentă(cică..)somewhere in this world:D
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VVVeronica Văleanu
All expression of energy in this universe must end where it began. Walter Russell I am a survivivore. And for a survivivore, its predatory condition is strictly related to consuming its own survivals. Born - every time I was signalled to. Married, two children. Printer.s Devil Review, vol.2, no.2 Chicago Poetry Review, Poetry Cram 14, Journal of Modern Poetry Randomly Accessed Poetics World Poetry Reading Series, Featured Poets Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts, vol.XXII, issue 3 ...as I said: Nobody can live real poetry. You have to survive it.
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Boldizar Ruben
Born when y shouldn't exist here in this dammd world.wanna back! in to the haven....
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SCStefan Ciobanasu
Which way is the right path, as I stand upon This chaotic crossroads of hate... How many ways are there to roam On this dark and damned road of fate... "There are many ways, my son, to find where the souls of demons remain...But it takes only one second of despair and of doubt Until at last, your soul, they will gain... Inherit these lands, these things, these dreams That are yours, forever, to adore... For there is no life, in the depths of chaos, my son, For you to explore... C. Vincent Metzen - 'The Initiate' All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you. One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain. For yours I truly wish to be. Nightwish - Ever Dream
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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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DEMOCRACY
de Leonard Cohen
It’s coming through a hole in the air From those nights in Tianamen Square It’s coming from the feel That is ain’t exactly real Or it’s real, but ain’t exactly there. From the wars against disorder,...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 13 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary The funeral was arranged for the next succeeding day, so that Lucy and her mother might be buried together. I attended to all the ghastly formalities, and the urbane...
This and...
de Andrei Dumitrescu
This and death always has been like that and always will, This and death, this and death, this and death, always will...
This day
de Alin Avram
I know I don\'t remember last weekend at all. Early this week were days that I just can\'t recall. Yesterday\'s through- What was I doing? Darned if I can say. But I know I\'ll never forget This day....
this is the story, and the story never tells
de Elena Ciobanu
își întinde membrele, necrofag al cuvintelor, păscând deliruri onirice fabulate sensuri giratorii peste corpuri dedublate în sarcofage- fuziune la rece pentru o e_lipsă - reflecția luminii, pâlpâiri...
This Is My Letter To The World
de Emily Dickinson
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me, The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge...
this_love
de Adina Pietrosanu
Mi-a pus capăt zilelor Speranțelor de mai demult Răsuflărilor ascunse în cearceaf Foilor umplute cu suspine Nopților liniștite Zilelor tăcute de duminică Bătăilor inimii Și munților nestrăbătuți Mi-a...
this is your new world with no emperor
de Ioana Petcu
Mă odihneam cu capul pe umărul Katarinei, candid, așa cum mă obișnuisem din clipa când am întâlnit-o în fragmentul despre alb-nessos și mi-am dat seama că lumea există. În clipa aceea am văzut-o –...
this is where all flesh is grass
de adrian jigăranu
moartea copilei creier, doar creier agonizând, celule scăldate în spaimă \"White bewinged angel of light tempts me to change my life come, come to me, she whispers longing eyes, she stares through my...
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de Ela Victoria Luca
fir-ar a fire ea de poezie taci fată cu limba de piatră poezia nu te hrănește poezia nu te iubește poezia nu ce știi tu măi orbule? așa credea și taica îmi arunca priviri mustrătoare mă întreba...