"To crumple" – 5727 rezultate
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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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Gabriela Radoi
"i choose to choose life" (Trainspotting, 1996)
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To crumple
de Maria Zirra
imi umplu sufletul de hartie creponata tusesc fetite care se tin de mana impaturesc versuri in minte cand te tarasti in urma mea stau ca o stana mica sau o stana de unde ti-ai cules ciulinii? cum se...
Davinci
de bataus cati georgiana
Leonardo da Vinci (1452 - 1519) Leonardo da Vinci was the embodiment of the Renaissance ideal of the universal man, the first artist to attain complete mastery over all branches of art. He was a...
A lung-full
de Dragos
The drops of rain sparkle ruby and turn to blood falling down my chest, on my face, onto dirt. The same soul that once hated the eerie storm now drops down in the puddle of blood in ecstasy blending...
A.
de Petru Teodor
I am in a hurry with myself pressing forwards brings me to yesterday când te despărțeam de lumină, iar tu cu părul tău șuvițe curgând râdeai și râdeai și râdeai viața nu știu ce este dar moartea e o...
The Poems of Sappho Part I
de Sappho
The Poetry of Sappho: Introduction By J.B Hare Imagine that two millenia or so in the future, literary experts attempt to collect the glories of our literature. Most of our paper writings have...
I TRY
de Coana Loenida
Games, changes and fears When will they go from here When will they stop I believe that fate has brought us here And we should be together But we\'re not I play it off but I\'m dreamin of you I\'ll...
înaintea ta în tine
de Dacian Constantin
cu tricoul lipit de piept alerg ploaia e un țambal izbit de epiderma bună sunt o sferă în continuă topire-rotire de sub adidași răsar zâmbete de-asfalt le strivesc brațele paralele pumnii strânși...
Cyber Lesson Learned
de Ohm
A letter is being written for you. 10/26 Written in draft form, why? Because I know not what else to do? It is as cold here, in draft, as it is in my heart. My body chilled, by your absence. My mind...
From Paracelsus
de Robert Browning
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whateer you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fullness; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 16 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary It was just a quarter before twelve o\'clock when we got into the churchyard over the low wall. The night was dark, with occasional gleams of moonlight between the...