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0.02 secundeMeilisearchMircea Ciobanu
Was trained in literature at the Iasi and Bucharest universities. Authored books of fiction as well as poetry. He was among the earliest editors at Cartea Romaneasca, The Romanian Writers Union publishing house.
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Mircea Ciobanu
Was trained in literature at the Iasi and Bucharest universities. Authored books of fiction as well as poetry. He was among the earliest editors at Cartea Romaneasca, The Romanian Writers Union publishing house.
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Sopov Joana
i was born 2 dream and now i dream 2 live. cam atat :)
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Rudyard Kipling
Kipling was the first Englishman to receive the Nobel Prize for Literature (1907). His most popular works include The Jungle Book (1894) and the Just So Stories (1902), both children\'s classics though they have attracted adult audiences also.
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James Joyce
Joyce was born in Dublin, where his father was a rates collector. He was educated at a Jesuit school and University College, Dublin where he studied philosophy and language. When he was still an undergraduate, in 1900, his long review of Ibsen’s last play was published in the Fortnightly Review. At this time he also began writing his poems which were later collected in Chamber Music, published in 1907. In 1902 Joyce left Dublin for Paris, but returned the following year as his mother was dying. From 1904 he lived with Nora Barnacle, whom he married in 1931 (the year his father died), a son was born in 1905, and a daughter in 1918. Their home from 1905 to 1915 was Trieste, where Joyce taught English at the Berlitz school. In 1909 and 1912 he made his final trips to Ireland, attempting to arrange the publication of his first book Dubliners, which finally appeared in England in 1914. It was during this time that he was contacted by Ezra Pound, a leading champion of modernist writers who...
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WSWallace Stevens
Stevens was born in Reading, Pennsylvania on October 2, 1879, and died at the age of seventy-six in Hartford, Connecticut on August 2, 1955. He attended Harvard as a special student from 1897 to 1900 but did not graduate; he graduated from New York law school in 1903 and was admitted to the New York bar in 1904, the year he met Elsie Kachel, a young woman from Reading, whom he married in 1909. They had one daughter, Holly Bight, born in 1924, conceived on a leisurely ocean voyage California via the Panama Canal that they took to celebrate the publication of his first book. Stevens became interested in verse-writing at Harvard, submitting material to the Harvard Advocate, but he would be 36 before his first work was published in 1915. He soon was contributing to Poetry (Chicago), and his first book Harmonium was published in 1923 by the distinguished firm of Alfred A. Knopf. Though he was always much admired by his contemporaries ("There is a man whose work," Hart Crane wrote of him in...
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Wallace Stevens
Stevens was born in Reading, Pennsylvania on October 2, 1879, and died at the age of seventy-six in Hartford, Connecticut on August 2, 1955. He attended Harvard as a special student from 1897 to 1900 but did not graduate; he graduated from New York law school in 1903 and was admitted to the New York bar in 1904, the year he met Elsie Kachel, a young woman from Reading, whom he married in 1909. They had one daughter, Holly Bight, born in 1924, conceived on a leisurely ocean voyage California via the Panama Canal that they took to celebrate the publication of his first book. Stevens became interested in verse-writing at Harvard, submitting material to the Harvard Advocate, but he would be 36 before his first work was published in 1915. He soon was contributing to Poetry (Chicago), and his first book Harmonium was published in 1923 by the distinguished firm of Alfred A. Knopf. Though he was always much admired by his contemporaries (\"There is a man whose work,\" Hart Crane wrote of him...
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PRPelin Razvan Romeo
I was born on 14 may 1985 in Vrancea, Panciu City. I listen to rap music; my favorite artist is Tupac Amaru Shakur. I'm in first year at University, in Iasi at Biochemistry.
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William Carlos Williams
He was born in Rutherford, New Jersey, a town near the city of Paterson. He attended public school in Rutherford, New Jersey until 1897, then was sent to study at Château de Lancy near Geneva, Switzerland, the Lycée Condorcet in Paris, France, for two years and Horace Mann High School in New York City. Then, in 1902, he entered the University of Pennsylvania Medical School. During his time at Penn, Williams befriended Ezra Pound, Hilda Doolittle (H.D.) and the painter Charles Demuth. These friendships supported his growing passion for poetry. He received his M.D. in 1906 and spent the next four years in internships in New York City and in travel and postgraduate studies abroad (e.g., at the Univ. of Leipzig where he studied pediatrics). He returned to Rutherford in 1910 and began his medical practice, which lasted until 1951. In his life he helped to deliver more than two thousand babies but regarded his medical career as a way to finance his final goal of becoming a poet. In 1912 he...
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DBDaniela Maria Benea
I was born in Cluj-Napoca on the 11th of September 1970. I have learned to read, write and love over there. In 1991 I moved to Brisbane, Australia. I hold a bachelor degree in International Business. Later on I followed a couple of courses in Psychology. I mainly write in Romanian, that's what makes me feel closer to the places I left. However I do write in English, sometimes it feels like the words find me better this way, or maybe it's the other way around. I read many English books, biographies, poetry, etc.
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Ceea ce este
de Petru Dincă
Este un nonsens spune rațiunea Este ceea ce este spune iubirea E o nenorocire spune chibzuința Nu este nimic decât durere spune teama Este fără perspective spune priceperea Este ceea ce este spune...
O parte din mine( Rammstein)
de LUMINITA SOARE
Heute treff ich einen Herrn /Astăzi întîlnesc un domn dulce Der hat mich zum fressen gern/ Care vrea să mă mănînce Weiche Teile,und auch harte /Părți de corp, moi marinate Stehen auf der Speisekarte...
Sehnsucht nach der Himmlischen Heimat
de Tina Caraus
Alles was ich tun muss, ist warten.Das Grau wird grauer und grauer und dann dunkel. >Die Finsternis ist die Hosentasche Gottes<, sagte Vati immer. Die Fenster haben noch Licht, aber hier unten aug...
Propoziția săptămânii (37)
de Anton Potche
Was ich mir immer eingebildet hatte, nämlich dass die Wurzeln dorthin irgendwie gekappt sind, das stimmt überhaupt nicht und es ist sehr angenehm, muss ich sagen, zuzulassen, dass man sich damit...
Gedicht
de cristina dobreanu
Ich male ein Bild Ein schönes Bild Ich male den Frühling. Grün ist das Land Schwarz ist der Baum Blau ist der Himmel dahinter. Sonnst ist da Da ist überall was Und das Licht dekkt alles. Auf der...
Wanderidylle
de Chwoika Gerhard
Wanderidylle, Ein Morgen, ein neuer Morgen zwischen gestern und heute. Sein irgendwie trauriger Blick sah zurück, wie die Bäume, im Sonnenspiel des gewesenen Herbstes, ihre Äste wiegten, wie sich das...
Frühlingsdämmerung - Amurg de primăvară
de Anton Potche
Joseph Freiherr de Eichendorff *10.03.1788, Castelul Lubowitz (Silezia de Sus), †26.11.1857, Neiße (Germania) În istoria literaturii Joseph de Eichendorff trece drept un poet important al romanticii...
Eine Liebesgeschichte
de Heinrich Mann
Die Liebe bringt auf Ideen und in Gefahren. Als Beispiel will ich einen einfachen Kaufmann – nicht so einfach wie man denkt, aber doch immer ein durchschnittlicher Mitgänger des Zeitalters, das...
De ce priviri adânci ne-ai dăruit...
de Johann Wolfgang Goethe
De ce priviri adânci ne-ai dăruit Ce prind în viitor ani grei să-nșire, Iubirii, pământesc vis sorocit, Nicicând să-i credem sfânta amăgire? De ce ne-ai dat, Destin, un simțământ Ce, inima mereu...
Pippo Spano
de Heinrich Mann
Semblable à ces criminels d’autrefois, qui, poursuivis par la justice, étaient sauvés s’ils atteignaient l’ombre d’un autel, il essayait de se glisser dans le sanctuaire de la vie. (La Peau de...