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Roger McGoughRM

Roger McGough

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Roger Joseph McGough CBE (born 9 November 1937) is a well-known English performance poet. He presents the BBC Radio 4 programme Poetry Please and records voice-overs for commercials, as well as performing his own poetry regularly. He is a Fellow of Liverpool John Moores University and a member of the Executive Council of the Poetry. Poetry Summer with Monika 1967 Watchwords Cape, 1969 After The Merrymaking Cape, 1971 Out of Sequence Turret Books, 1972 Gig Cape, 1973 Sporting Relations Eyre Methuen, 1974 In the Glassroom Cape, 1976 Mr Noselighter André Deutsch, 1976 Frinck, A Life in the Day of, and Summer with Monika: Poems Joseph, 1978 Holiday on Death Row Cape, 1979 Unlucky for Some Bernard Stone, 1980 Waving at Trains Cape, 1982 Crocodile Puddles New Pyramid Press, 1984 Melting into the Foreground Viking, 1986 Noah's Ark Dinosaur, 1986 Worry Toni Savage, 1987 Counting by Numbers Viking Kestrel, 1989 Selected Poems, 1967-1987 Cape, 1989 You at the Back: Selected Poems, 1967-87 Cape,...

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Anna SewellAS

Anna Sewell

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Anna Sewell (30 March 1820 – 25 April 1878) was an English novelist, best known as the author of the classic novel Black Beauty. Anna Mary Sewell was born in Great Yarmouth, Norfolk, England into a devoutly Quaker family. Her father was Isaac Phillip Sewell (1793-1879), and her mother, Mary Wright Sewell (1798 - 1884) was a successful author of children's books. Anna Sewell had one sibling, a younger brother named Philip Sewell. Anna Sewell was largely educated at home. When Anna was twelve years old, the family moved to Stoke Newington, where Sewell attended school for the first time. Two years later, however, she slipped while walking home from school and severely injured both of her ankles. Her father took a job in Brighton in 1836, partly in the hope that the climate there would help to cure her. Despite this, and most likely because of mistreatment of her injury, for the rest of her life Anna was unable to stand without a crutch or to walk for any length of time. For greater...

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William WordsworthWW

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth was born on April 17, 1770 in Cockermouth, Cumberland, in the Lake District. His father was John Wordsworth, Sir James Lowther\'s attorney. The magnificent landscape deeply affected Wordsworth\'s imagination and gave him a love of nature. He lost his mother when he was eight and five years later his father. The domestic problems separated Wordsworth from his beloved and neurotic sister Dorothy, who was a very important person in his life. With the help of his two uncles, Wordsworth entered a local school and continued his studies at Cambridge University. Wordsworth made his debut as a writer in 1787, when he published a sonnet in The European Magazine . In that same year he entered St. John\'s College, Cambridge, from where he took his B.A. in 1791. During a summer vacation in 1790 Wordsworth went on a walking tour through revolutionary France and also traveled in Switzerland. On his second journey in France, Wordsworth had an affair with a French girl, Annette...

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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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Daydreamer

de Calin Alexandru

Everyday is so much more amazing Waking up right next to you And it feels like I\'m daydreaming \'Cause it\'s always sunshine when I look at you! I play games with you trying to resist, Trying to...

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Soft and gentle

de Florin DeRoxas

Soft and gentle I can get to your heart, It’s no easier work Or harder than that. Waking up the passion, In you, deep within, I really want to get Under your skin. Kissing all your body With my lips...

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The Truth

de Coana Loenida

I have not heard from you and I wait and today I wake early. The sun peaking through the blinds lights on my telephone and says, \"you have not called.\" The telephone sits and I know that it knows...

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disowned

de Ohm

seen the picture mental picture fashioned fiction from what\'s real spun the spiral downward slope slipping, reaching for the shore... things you could never explain things you could never understand...

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Insomniac

de Sylvia Plath

The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole --- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things. Under the...

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PARADISE LOST -- Book V

de John Milton

Book V Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so customed; for his sleep Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred, And temperate...

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A murder of one

de Radu Herinean

Blue morning Blue morning Wrapped in strands of fist and bone Curiosity, Kitten, doesn\'t have to mean you\'re on your own Your can look outside your window He doesn\'t have to know We can talk...

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Hamlet

de William Shakespeare

HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 4) ACT II SCENE I A room in POLONIUS\' house. [Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO] LORD POLONIUS Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo. REYNALDO I will, my lord....

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Memory

de Iurcencu Teodora Ioana

Brightly the sun of summer shone Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky of purest blue, Around, bright flowers of loveliest hue, Allured the gazer\'s eye. But...

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Jocurile

de Adela Setti

De-a v-ați ascuns Îmi place să te privesc la microscop și apoi să îmi croiesc drumuri exacte prin fiecare por care palpită țuguiat ca buzele unui sugar spre ochiul meu. Ceea ce simți nu seamănă cu...

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WALKING IN LIGHT

de Floriana Pachia

I first halted on the riverbank staring before and behind at the myriad signs sprung like grass blades along the walks of life I left behind a harbor a sunny seashore and people up and about renting...

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Sorrow And The Blue Earth Of Nevermore

de Alin Niculae

Walking under the velvet skies of my dream I wonder about what the dark raven said And begin to fade in my sleep Down where the crossroads are turning And where the shadows are growing behind the...

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Legs

de Maria Lazar

Surreal legs that kept me upright and got me as far as here, How have I unconsidered your pains and fears. Walking surely was the easiest, but the unknown charted places like the very first party...

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The Wood-Pile

de Robert Frost

Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, \'I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther- and we shall see\'. The hard snow held me, save where now and then One foot...

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While the moon…

de Ileana Ioan

While the red moon started waxing I was laying on thy bed; Shadows of the night were dancing Round the candles by your bed. And as time was passing slowly Weariness grew in my head. In his arms I...

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Fish

de Mihai Costin

The fish\'s long shadow slid under the ice and the man knew the fish thought…I’m gonna stay alive….they were the same, fisherman and fish, up and down the ice. Hurling the spear the man missed and...

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