"Wintering" – 76 rezultate
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Busuioc Alexandru
Just another soul wondering free on Earth....
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TSTaneda Santôka
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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TMToma George Maiorescu
Surname: MAIORESCU Given Names: TOMA GEORGE Date of Birth: December 8, 1928 Married on: July 15, 1955 Number of Children: 1, Daughter - Daniela Wanda Education: Graduate, Faculty of Letters and Philosophy University of Bucharest, Graduate, Literaturni Institut, Moscow, Doctor in Humane Letters, Doctor Honoris Causa. Career to Date: 1954-1971 Editor "Contemporanul" Magazine; 1971-1982 Deputy Editor-in-Chief "Romania Pitoreasca" Magazine; 1990-Present Director of "ECO" Magazine, "Ecosophia", President of the Romanian Ecological Movement; President of The European Foundation for Ecological Education and Culture. Memberships: Active member of the "New York Academy of Sciences"; Member of the "Academie Internationale du Tourisme" (Monaco); Honor member of the Academy of Ecology (Romania). Publications: PROSE: A Trip Through Time, 1956; The Place where Cosmonauts Return, 1962; Barefoot Gods, 1966; A Dialogue with the Century, Volume I 1967, Volume II 1972; 0,17 Operation,1972; Wandering...
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ADAlfred Döblin
Alfred Döblin (n. 10 august 1878, Stettin — d. 28 iunie 1957, Emmendingen, lîngă Freiburg) a fost un scriitor german, considerat a fi unul din principalii reprezentanți ai expresionismului în literatură. Lucrarea ce i-a adus notorietate mondială este romanul Berlin Alexanderplatz (1929). Romanul "Berlin Alexanderplatz" (povestea lui Franz Biberkopf) a fost publicat și în România, (ediția 1, Editura Romanul secolului XX, 1987; ediția a 2-a, Editura Paralela 45, Pitești, 2005), traducere și note de Ion Roman. *** = Selected bibliography = Die Ermordung einer Butterblume Die drei Sprünge des Wang-Lun (The Three Leaps of Wang-Lun) Wadzeks Kampf mit der Dampfturbine Der schwarze Vorhang Wallenstein Berge, Meere und Giganten (Mountains, Seas and Giants) Die beiden Freundinnen und ihr Giftmord Reise in Polen (Journey To Poland) Manas Berlin Alexanderplatz Die Ehe Unser Dasein Babylonische Wandrung (Babylonian Wandering) Pardon wird nicht gegeben (Men Without Mercy) Amazonas-Trilogie (Vol. 1...
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RUINENBURG OB DER AUBER
de Mircea URIAN
Mircea URIAN RUINENBURG OB DER AUBER * In memoriam H. P. Lovecraft * «The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere- The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night...
Le Spectre de la rose
de Théophile Gautier
Open your closed eyelid, Brushed by a virginal dream. I am the spectre of a rose That you wore last night to the ball. You took me still pearled With the silver tears of the watering can, And about...
Poezia sufletului deschis
de Stefan Apostol
Poezia sufletului deschis Cand soarele straluceste peste noi, Aduti aminte de noi doi... Asculta vantul cum suna prin zapada te striga si mi-aduce mine de numele tau nu mai am somn:( nici eu asculta...
The cat on the mat
de Bobeica Razvan
The cat sat on the mat. And doing so he started athinking, Pondering and wondering: „Why did he have to be a cat?” He saw no logic in that. A tiger he wanted to be, To roam wild and be free! To...
Look Here Mr. Beefy
de Ohm
A poem for all the ones who ever typed A/S/L I look up in the corner, and a message up has arrived, a private message from a stranger who thinks I have no pride, who thinks the three little words...
Endless search
de Petrea Laurentiu Cristian
I\'ve searched a thousand lifes for you I\'ll search a thousand more, To find in you the perfect soul To love, to cherish, to adore; This journey will come to an end When our souls won\'t be apart,...
Take me in
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Take me as refugee in the wounds of your heart As the sting of the bumblebee perforating your sensitive lung, As the breeze of the sea leaving kisses lost through your hair, and as the love we both...
Numarand timpul pe broaste
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Counting the frogs, the skins and the birds, And the stars and the wings And the arms and the dreams, Counting the crows the fingers,the toes, Whispers and shouts the loves and the doubts, Counting...
My little rat
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Inside the arms of Seth lies a little rat, dressed from head to toes in his twisted woes, He listens to my song ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, He dances on my pain, the lamest of the lame, He\'s...
Sonnet CXVI
de William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on...
Villonaud for this Yule
de Ezra Pound
Towards the Noel that morte saison (Christ make the shepherds\' homage dear!) Then when the grey wolves everychone Drink of the winds their chill small-beer And lap o\' the snows food\'s gueredon...
Villanelle: The Psychological Hour
de Ezra Pound
I had over prepared the event, that much was ominous. With middle-ageing care I had laid out just the right books. I had almost turned down the pages. Beauty is so rare a thing. So few drink of my...
The Tuft of Flowers
de Robert Frost
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew was gone that made his blade so keen Before I came to view the levelled scene. I looked for him behind an isle...
Spleen
de George Lână
De câteva zile iubito ce delicat îmi strâng de gât izbucnirile așteptând dezghețul ce se anunță cu mâinile în buzunarul hainei hoinărind prin orașul acesta spânzurat de verdeața din jur ca un nod de...
PARADISE LOST --Book XI
de John Milton
Book XI Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most severe, What else but favour, grace, and mercy, shone? So spake our father...