"To Autumn" – 5724 rezultate
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"I'm longing to dive into the sea of tranquillity and drown in it to feel what I never felt before... freedom" (Lacrimas Profundere, albumul"And the wings embraced us",piesa "Autumn morning", 1996)
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ALalecu liviu
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Michael Jackson
listen to my music, not what the tabloids say,...
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Mihai Ionescu
welcome to the world of magic...
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Sylvia Plath
Born to middle class parents in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, Sylvia Plath published her first poem when she was eight. Sensitive, intelligent, compelled toward perfection in everything she attempted, she was, on the surface, a model daughter, popular in school, earning straight A\'s, winning the best prizes. By the time she entered Smith College on a scholarship in 1950 she already had an impressive list of publications, and while at Smith she wrote over four hundred poems. Sylvia\'s surface perfection was however underlain by grave personal discontinuities, some of which doubtless had their origin in the death of her father (he was a college professor and an expert on bees) when she was eight. During the summer following her junior year at Smith, having returned from a stay in New York City where she had been a student ``guest editor\'\' at Mademoiselle Magazine, Sylvia nearly succeeded in killing herself by swallowing sleeping pills. She later described this experience in an...
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Neacsu Laura
hmmm..to much to say...
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CAcodrin antonovici
I am to be and nothing more
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Hal Sirowitz
Pretending We went to Dan Lynch's, & listened to White musicians pretending that they were Black. And the people next to us jumped up & down, pretending that they were rock stars. And I put my hand on your knee, pretending that I was your lover. You remained aloof. Why did you have to be the only one who insisted on being yourself?
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Big Mircea Calin
In order to master the unruly torrent of life the learned man meditates,the poet quivers,and the political hero erects the fortress of his will. Jose Ortega Y Gasset,Meditations on Quixote(1914)
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Anca Sandu
not much to tell...
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autumn to kill
de Ștefan Petrea
deși-n senin mă-ndeamnă din multe zări albastrul la lună ori la soare în așternut de toamnă încet mai vine moartea... sărută-mă, hai!, Doamnă căci regăsesc în tine dovezi de-a fi Sihastrul tot...
New York in autumn
de Andrei Dumitrescu
I want to visit New York in autumn and breathe the falling leaves through the rush and the spin, As I do want to hug all those sweet, unknown creatures of you from the low top to the high bottom...
CORONA
de fara cuvinte
Autumn eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends. From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk: then time returns to the shell. In the mirror it\'s Sunday, in dream there is room for...
If you forget me
de Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body...
Why
de Emma
Why is it life so dear to us? Why is it pure,magic and thus Sparkling,hidden under mists of grass, On the ground of sky Lightened by the faithful moonly rye. However absurd this definition seems This...
A Thousand Kisses Deep
de Leonard Cohen
You came to me this morning and you handled me like meat. You\'d have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet. My mirrored twin, my next of kin, I\'d know you in my sleep and who but you...
Desespoir
de Oscar Wilde
The seasons send their ruin as they go, For in the spring the narciss shows its head Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red, And in the autumn purple violets blow, And the slim crocus stirs the...
Among The Rocks
de Robert Browning
Oh, good gigantic smile o\' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i\' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet For the ripple to run over in its mirth; Listening the...
Cold
de Florin Hulubei
în cel mai frumos răsărit al toamnei și aerul tresare când mergi cu teamă pe trotuarele metropolei vara e numai amintire acum „forever autumn” e hitul care-ți invadează timpanele prin căștile fancy...
Soul-Written Miniatures in Words…
de Andrei Lucian Dragoi
Sands… Her breasts put together are the most wonderful castels ever built in the primordial sands… Unfortunately they have no windows… I could have seen The First Man-Rise!… Pictures The spirits of...