"Winter misery" – 204 rezultate
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Aandra
hate the winter ...Nu-mi plac mincinosii...iubesc poezia
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Sabina Barbu
studenta. winter_summer_78@yahoo.com
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IMIohann Mayer
An emissary of the Queen Christina of Sweden to the khan of the Tartars Islam Giray the 3rd, Iohann Mayer made a journey through Moldavia during May 1651. He was sent to accompany the Tartar messenger who had brought to the queen the letter of the khan that contained proposals of common operation against Poland and he was to hand over to the khan the answer of the queen as well. He passed through The White Citadel for the first time in December 1650 on his way towards Crimea. Now, in the summer of the next year, he was coming back on the same route and was finding again the same boatmen he had used six months earlier, on leaving. One cannot be aware of any other details of his winter journey towards Crimea, no other details about his itinerary through Moldavia he is most likely to have used to make his way to the khan` s court. His journey diary is preceded with the words: These are those that happened and occurred during my journey to Bakhchisaray and during the period I spent there,...
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Louis Jenkins
Louis Jenkins’ poems have been published in a number of literary magazines and anthologies, including The Best American Poetry 1999 (Scribner, 1999) and Great American Prose Poems (Scribner, 2003). His books of poetry include An Almost Human Gesture (1987), All Tangled Up With the Living (1991), Nice Fish: New and Selected Prose Poems(1995), winner of the Minnesota Book Award, Just Above Water(1997), The Winter Road(2000) and Sea Smoke(2004). His most recent books are North of the Cities (2007), European Shoes (2008) and Before You Know It: Prose Poems 1970-2005(2009) all published by Will o’ the Wisp Books. Mr. Jenkins was awarded two Bush Foundation Fellowships for poetry, a Loft-McKnight fellowship, and was the 2000 George Morrison Award winner. Louis Jenkins has read his poetry on A Prairie Home Companion and was a featured poet at the Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival in 1996 and at the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival, Aldeburgh, England in 2007. Louis Jenkins is one of the...
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ITIoan Tițian
Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...
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anamaria ciubotariu
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RSRobert Silverberg
Robert Silverberg (born January 15, 1935 in Brooklyn, NY) is a prolific author best known for writing science fiction, a multiple winner of both the Hugo and Nebula Awards. Silverberg, a voracious reader from childhood on, began submitting stories to the science fiction magazines in his early teenage years. He attended Columbia University, receiving an A.B. in English Literature in 1956, but he kept writing science fiction. His first published novel, a children's book called Revolt on Alpha C appeared in 1955, and in the following year, he won his first Hugo, as "best new writer." For the next four years, by his own count, he wrote a million words a year, for magazines and Ace Doubles. In 1959 the market for science fiction collapsed, and Silverberg turned his ability to write copiously to other fields, from carefully researched historical nonfiction to softcore porn for Nightstand Books. In the mid-1960s science fiction writers were starting to be more literarily ambitious, and...
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Elizabeth Bishop
Elizabeth Bishop was an American poet and short-story writer. She was the Poet Laureate of the United States from 1949 to 1950, a Pulitzer Prize winner in 1956 and a National Book Award Winner for Poetry in 1970. Elizabeth Bishop House is an artists' retreat in Great Village, Nova Scotia dedicated to her memory. She is considered one of the most important and distinguished American poets of the 20th century.
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ASAnne Sexton
Anne Sexton was born Anne Gray Harvey in Newton, Massachusetts to Mary Gray Staples and Ralph Harvey. She spent most of her childhood in Boston. In 1945 she enrolled at Rogers Hall boarding school, Lowell, Massachusetts, later spending a year at Garland School. For a time she modeled for Boston`s Hart Agency. On August 16, 1948, she married Alfred Sexton and they remained together until 1973. She had two children named Linda Gray and Joyce Ladd. Poetry and Prose (collections and novels) Uncompleted Novel-started in the 1960s To Bedlam and Part Way Back (1960) The Starry Night (1961) All My Pretty Ones (1962) Live or Die (1966) – Winner of the Pulitzer prize in 1967 Love Poems (1969) Mercy Street, a 2-act play performed at the American Place Theatre (1969), published by Broadway Play Publishing Inc. Transformations (1971) ISBN 0-618-08343-X The Book of Folly (1972) The Death Notebooks (1974) The Awful Rowing Toward God (1975; posthumous) 45 Mercy Street (1976; posthumous) Anne Sexton:...
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EBElizabeth Bishop
Elizabeth Bishop (February 8, 1911 – October 6, 1979), was an American poet and writer from Worcester, Massachusetts. She was the Poet Laureate of the United States from 1949 to 1950, and a Pulitzer Prize winner in 1956. Elizabeth Bishop was born in Worcester, Massachusetts. After her father died when she was eight months old, Bishop’s mother descended into mental illness and was institutionalized in 1916. Although Bishop’s mother would live until 1934 in an asylum, they would not meet again. Effectively orphaned, Bishop lived with her grandparents in Nova Scotia, a period she would later idealize in her writing. Bishop boarded at the Walnut Hill School in Natick, Massachusetts, where her first poems were published by her friend Frani Blough in a student magazine. She entered Vassar College in the fall of 1929, shortly before the stock market crash. In 1933 she co-founded Con Spirito, a rebel literary magazine at Vassar, with writer Mary McCarthy (one year her senior), Margaret...
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The Death of the Hired Man
de Robert Frost
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news And put him on his...
Jos labele de pe copiii nevinovați!
de angela furtuna
Jos labele de pe copiii nevinovați! Cu foarfecele după pletoși, în anii 70-80. Cu poliția și agenții secreți după tinerii emo, astăzi În anii 70 sau 80, elevii, adolescenții și tinerii, amatori de...
Winter
de Sorin Stoica
Alb și zăpadă... E iarna ce vine Cu frigul grămadă, Departe de tine. Câmpuri și dealuri Imaculate, O mare cu valuri De singurătate. Cade din ceruri Fulguiala nebună, Mie-mi cad doruri Să fim...
winter
de Daniela Bîrzu
* iarnă înzăpezită. când fulgii mor curg lacrimile noastre. * morfină transformată în liniște când orașul doarme. * visele noastre în fractali ajung la noi atât de aproape încât avem impresia ca nu e...
winter light
de Ada Stanescu
ce ai atins e contaminat duceți-mă la spital și orice zic să-mi răspundeți numai cu adevăruri de genul \'nu mai există suflete există doar borcane în care s-au ținut sufletele înainte de epidemie\'...
winter (android dream)
de Daniela Bîrzu
am două ceasuri care ticăie. e ora când animalele se culcă înainte să mai ucidă. e ora când fiarelor vii le mai crește o inimă care se zbate. în difuzoare se aude un cântec: nu mi-e frig, nu mi-e dor...
winter glass - poem pentru D.
de Daniela Bîrzu
pieptul meu e un câmp de forță care adună toată zăpada. adună secundele în păraie albe. apoi ceasul se-oprește. numește două animale care aleargă și se camuflează cu sângele la vedere. în locurile de...
winter pastel
de Daniela Bîrzu
fum și aburi mai ies uneori din coșuri, orașul e învelit în baloane de vată, antigelul din sângele nostru îl împiedică să înghețe. azi suntem pe respirație artificială. orașul este azilul nostru,...
winter 2
de Daniela Bîrzu
aici sunt maşini uitate pe câmp care au îngheţat. peste ele încet se aşterne toată zăpada ca o emisie puternică de particule albe din corpul meu radioactiv. altfel aş putea spune că seara este...
winter slim black
de marin badea
ți-aș spune dacă mi-ai lipsi dar exact cu asta se hrănește animalul din mine urâtul ăsta, diformitatea asta, scursura absența ta e forma mea perversă de dragoste supraviețuiesc astfel măcar să ne...