Sari la conținutul principal
Poezie.ro

"To this promise"5726 rezultate

0.03 secundeMeilisearch
40 rezultate
Teo DobreTD

Teo Dobre

AutorAtelier

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...

7 poezii, 0 proze

Millosh Gjergj NikollaMN

Millosh Gjergj Nikolla

AutorClasic

Millosh Gjergj Nikolla (October 13, 1911 - August 26, 1938) was an Albanian poet born in Shkodër, Albania. Migjeni, pen name of Millosh Gjergj Nikolla, was born in Shkodra. In a letter of 12 January 1936 written to translator Skënder Luarasi (1900-1982) in Tirana, Migjeni announced, "I am about to send my songs to press. Since, while you were here, you promised that you would take charge of speaking to some publisher, ‘Gutemberg’ for instance, I would now like to remind you of this promise, informing you that I am ready." Two days later, Migjeni received the transfer he had earlier requested to the mountain village of Puka and on 18 April 1936 began his activities as the headmaster of the run-down school there. The clear mountain air did him some good, but the poverty and misery of the mountain tribes in and around Puka were even more overwhelming than that which he had experienced among the inhabitants of the coastal plain. Many of the children came to school barefoot and hungry, and...

2 poezii, 0 proze

Joseph JacobsJJ

Joseph Jacobs

AutorClasic

Joseph Jacobs (29 August 1854 - 30 January 1916) was a literary and Jewish historian. He was a writer for the Jewish Encyclopaedia and a notable folklorist, creating several noteworthy collections of fairy tales. Jacobs was born in Sydney,Australia, the son of John and Sarah Jacobs. He was educated at Sydney Grammar School and at the University of Sydney, where he won a scholarship for classics, mathematics and chemistry. He did not complete his studies in Sydney, but left for England at the age of 18 and entered St John's College, Cambridge. He graduated B.A. in 1876, and in 1877 studied at the University of Berlin. He was secretary of the Society of Hebrew Literature from 1878 to 1884, and in 1882 came into prominence as the writer of a series of articles in The Times on the persecution of Jews in Russia. This led to the formation of the mansion house fund and committee, of which Jacobs was secretary from 1882 to 1900. During these years he gave much time to anthropological studies...

1 poezii, 0 proze

adrian jigăranuAJ

adrian jigăranu

AutorAtelier

25 iunie 1985 Are you a child of the free to be you and me generation And are you in tune with the world around you I am a child of the free to be you and me generation And I am with you in being in tune We shall bring change to this place Listen to the whistle of the planet twirlin through space Singin la la la la la la to the human race (she says) I believe I am the flower of life, the earth And the ocean oh oh I believe I feel the power of light, vibrate All around me oh oh I believe you are the children of the one great spirit, oh oh Are you a child of the free to be you and me generation And are you confused with the world around you I am a child of the free to be you and me generation And I am with you in being confused Children children can you hear it Listen to the riddle in the melody by great spirit Singin la la la la la la theres nothin to it (he says) I believe I am the flower of life, the air And the sunshine oh oh I believe I am the power of light, the motive For the...

117 poezii, 0 proze

Augusto MonterrosoAM

Augusto Monterroso

AutorClasic

Augusto Monterroso Bonilla (December 21, 1921 - February 7, 2003) was a Guatemalan writer. Monterroso was born in Tegucigalpa, Honduras to a Honduran mother and Guatemalan father. In 1936 his family settled definitively in Guatemala City, where he would remain until early adulthood. Here he published his first short stories and began his clandestine work against the dictatorship of Jorge Ubico. To this end he founded the newspaper El Espectador with a group of other writers. He was detained and exiled to Mexico City in 1944 for his opposition to the dictatorial regime. Shortly after his arrival in Mexico, the revolutionary government of Jacobo Arbenz triumphed in Guatemala, and Monterroso was assigned to a minor post in the Guatemalan embassy in Mexico. In 1953 he moved briefly to Bolivia upon being named Guatemalan consul in La Paz. He relocated to Santiago de Chile in 1954, when Arbenz's government was toppled with help from a North American intervention. In 1956 he returned...

2 poezii, 0 proze

andra nAN

andra n

AutorAtelier

"it looks i've reached the crossroad.. remains of what i am still still waiting on the sidewalk to fill this peaceful day the burden of a choice my past dissolved..erased would you belive my world?"

1 poezii, 0 proze

IA

Isaac Asimov

AutorClasic

Biographical (non-literary) How do you pronounce \"Isaac Asimov\"? \"EYE\'zik AA\'zi-mov\". The name is spelled with an \"s\" and not a \"z\" because Asimov\'s father didn\'t understand the English alphabet clearly when the family moved to the U.S. in 1923. (In Russian, the spelling was the Cyrillic equivalent of Azimov, and in Yiddish, the Hebrew letters were aleph-zayin-yod-mem-aleph-vav-vav.) One way to remember this pronunciation is the pun from The Flying Sorcerers by Larry Niven and David Gerrold: \"As a color, shade of purple-grey\", or \"As a mauve\". Asimov wrote a poem (\"The Prime of Life\") in which he rhymes his surname with \"stars above\"; someone else suggested amending the poem to rhyme it with \"mazel tov\", which he thought an improvement. Asimov\'s own suggestion, however, as to how to remember his name was to say \"Has Him Off\" and leave out the H\'s. When did Asimov die? What was the cause of his death? Where is he buried? Asimov died on April 6, 1992 of heart...

0 poezii, 0 proze

Stefan CiobanasuSC

Stefan Ciobanasu

AutorAtelier

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

2 poezii, 0 proze

I

Iulia

AutorAtelier

This is real,this is me I'm exactly where i'm suppose to be

1 poezii, 0 proze

Pierre de Saint CloudPC

Pierre de Saint Cloud

AutorClasic

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...

9 poezii, 0 proze

Venus and Adonis

de William Shakespeare

\'Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.\' To the Right Honourable Henry Wríothestly, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. RIGHT HONOURABLE, I know not...

PoezieClasic

My farewell

de Crisan Iulian

Long lost city, what is left of you? Where is your grace and glamour? Where is your shining? Lost… And then I saw it, in His right hand The One sitting on the throne, a book Written inside and out,...

PoezieAtelier

Loneliness is a Promise

de oana stanescu

I was so wrong..so unafraid so happy..so hopeful..so far I was.. Why do I even bother to hope? Why was there a smile on my face? Why this hell? I thought I had something I thought I was dreaming...

PoezieAtelier

Promise land - America

de Florin DeRoxas

Show me a way That I should understand: Why is America The promise land? Tell me the story That you want to sell, And maybe, just maybe, I will understand: Why everybody Is saying that, When in this...

PoezieAtelier

To Silvia

de Giacomo Leopardi

Silvia, do you remember the moments, in your mortal life, when beauty still shone in your sidelong, laughing eyes, and you, light and thoughtful, went beyond girlhood’s limits? The quiet rooms and...

PoezieClasic

playing God

de Alina

An introduction to what I’m saying now..? `I’ve missed you` , it’s probably the closest to my feelings and then ..,there’s this picture (from which you , very convenient , cut out somebody ‘ s face )...

Atelier

Dirty Diana

de Michael Jackson

You\'ll never make me stay so take your weight ofF of me I know your every move so won\'t you just let me be. I\'ve been here times before but I was too blind to see That you seduce every man this...

PoezieAtelier

MARIA MAGDALENA

de cantece celebre

I N T R O (12 Takte Synthiesolo) You take my love you want my sun I would be crazy to share your life why can\'t you see what I am shuffle your senses and turn the life hurt me and you\'ll understand...

PoezieAtelier

A happy/unhappy event

de Adrian Arvunescu

It was a beautiful day when I met Traian on a cargo ship to Afghanistan. We both were illegal immigrants seeking a better life. I forgot to mention that I m from Papua, where big people eat little...

ProzăAtelier

poezie.ro and its people

de Ohm

He created it. And in time he looked down and saw that it was good. \"I shall call this place \"poezie.ro\", in so much as it is a mixing of many sources, come together under me, to create a product...

Atelier