"Woods Nightshade" – 545 rezultate
0.01 secundeMeilisearchRachel Carlson
Carson, Rachel Louise (1907-1964) Biologist, Writer: Born on May 27, 1907 in western Pennsylvania, Carson became interested in wildlife as a child. An avid reader and eager writer, she wrote poetry while studying zoology at the Pennsylvania College for Women and Johns Hopkins. During the summers, she studied at the Woods Hole Marine Biological laboratory, and went on to teach at Johns Hopkins and the University of Maryland. In 1935, Carson\'s father died, and she began working as an aquatic biologist for the U.S. Bureau of Fisheries, later called the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. Meanwhile, she wrote scripts called \"Seven Minute Fish Tales\" for a radio series. In 1961, Carson published The Sea Around Us, for which she won the National Book Award. In addition, a documentary made from the book won an Academy Award. As a result of the commercial success of her book, she was able to quit her job at the Bureau of Fisheries and return a Guggenheim Fellowship to the foundation. Her best...
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WAWoody Allen
Woody Allen (1 decembrie, 1935), New York, numele inițial Allen Stewart Konigsberg, numele legal Heywood Allen, este unul dintre cei mai importanți regizori de film și comedieni americani, de naționalitate evreu. În primăvara lui 1952 Allan S. Königsberg și-a schimbat numele în Woody Allen. La 16 ani a început să scrie glume pe care le-a trimis principalelor ziare newyorkeze, sperând ca ziariștii să le folosească. Fiind timid, nu a vrut ca colegii de școala să-i vadă numele în ziar, în cazul în care glumele vor fi fost publicate. Foarte curând, glumele lui au fost frecvent folosite de Earl Wilson de la New York Post, apărând nesemnate sub rubrica Earls Pearls. Doar pe data de 25 noiembrie 1952, numele său va fi menționat la sfârșitul rubricii, și din acel moment lucrurile încep să-i mearga bine ca autor umoristic și de comedie. În 1953, Woody s-a înscris la facultatea de artă cinematografică la Universitatea New York. Nefiind interesat să asiste la o mare parte din cursuri , și având...
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GPGrumezescu Petronela
Words mean nothing.....
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nicoleta d.
no words are enough to say what I had lived...the words are plane and could not show the beauty that ihave lived...nothing is important to me, but my , myself and I...I could write my life with simple words but the sparkness of the real life could not be seen and felt...so all that I can say is that I live, not only exist...
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DBdorin bregu
... As in the words of the great De la Soul..... Me, Myself & I... Add me on Facebook /portaeporta/ if you wanna holla at me directly. Stay blessed.
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Carmen Harra
Carmen Harra in her own words: Even as a little girl growing up in Romania, I knew I was different. After a near-death experience at age five, I was able to see things others couldn\'t. Everyone who has had a near-death experience describes the sensation of \"going toward the light.” In this parallel world, extraordinary light energy surrounds you and you see an inexpressibly beautiful light. There is no negativity and no anger or sadness, only love. It is a perfect, glowing world, filled with dazzling insights and pure truth, the way our Creator meant it to be. I\'ve never forgotten the lessons this experience taught me. Why, I wondered, wasn\'t life on Earth like this? This parallel world, which I call the Invisible World, is just as real as the physical world here on Earth. It is even more real because the people there are souls unencumbered by ego, emotions, and attachment to material things. Without these negative distractions, souls exist harmoniously in love, joy, and peace. On...
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MLMina Loa
"It Suits the Poets Purpose" by RAY REESE writers would have us believe in popular mythology that women are enamored with men of power mock gladiator bluster Portofolio's Corporate corpulent physique when in fact most of the women worth the having are with men who are good with words...
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TET.S. Eliot
Thomas Stearns Eliot (26 septembrie 1888 – 4 ianuarie 1965) a fost poet anglo-american, dramaturg, critic literar. S-a născut în St.Louis, Missouri și a fost mezinul răsfățat al unei familii cu 7 copii. Mama sa, profesoară și poetă aspirantă, este cea care îi face cunoștința cu poezia. În 1910, Eliot își încheie studiile de filozofie la Harvard, deși frecventează cursurile numai selectiv. Petrece un an la Paris unde scrie Cântecul lui Alfred Prufrock, poemul care îi aduce consacrarea. Aici va frecventa cursurile universității din Sorbona, iar în Anglia va studia și la Oxford. În 1914, pleacă în Anglia cu o bursă de studii. O întâlnește aici pe Vivienne Haigh-Wood, guvernantă, dansatoare și morfinomană. În ciuda protestelor familiei, Eliot se căsătorește cu ea. După moartea tatălui său, în 1919, suferă o cădere nervoasă. În timpul recuperării scrie poemul Țara pustie, devenit simbolul generației postbelice, generație deziluzionată și debusolată, și totodată piatră de temelie a poeziei...
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Daniil Harms
\'Daniil Kharms\' was the main, and subsequently the sole, pen-name of Daniil Ivanovich Yuvachov. The son of a St. Petersburg political, religious and literary figure, Daniil was to achieve limited local renown as a Leningrad avant-garde eccentric and a writer of children\'s stories in the 1920s and 30s. Among other pseudonyms, he had employed \'Daniil Dandan\' and \'Kharms-Shardam\'. The predilection for \'Kharms\' is thought to derive from appreciation of the tension between the English words \'charms\' and \'harms\' (plus the German Charme; indeed, there is an actual German surname \'Harms\'), but may also owe something to a similarity in sound to Sherlock Holmes (pronounced \'Kholms\' in Russian), a figure of fascination to Kharms.
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Hancu George
Inspiration Inspiration Sit down she said, pen me a few lines, tell me of life, love, hopes and dreams. write to me of much happier times When love ruled your heart, and life it seemed Was full of possibilities, plans and endless schemes. I took up the challenge, and began to write, Of life, of love and hopes and dreams, Words flowed like rivers, as I wrote them down, Thinking all the while of the lady I'd found To inspire my thoughts, and urge me on, To make something beautiful, maybe a song. Into the small hours, I toiled away, writing down lines, throwing them away. 'Twas then that I realised, that the happier times That she spoke of and wanted, were not of that time. For the happier times were not from long ago, But were here with me now, and now I know, That 'twas the love for this lady, that made my words flow, And to write something beautiful, for her, her alone. I wrote of life, and my living with her, Of love, her in my arms forever more, Of hopes, a future for us so bright,...
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
de Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a...
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
de Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know . His house is in the village though ; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow . My little horse must think is queer To stop without...
replica(la Wolf Moon)
de andreea musat
Burnt leavs perfume /and woods green mists The eco breaks in screams You caught me under the red moon Your hair is darkness, Deepness, Smoky green eyes They shine but not alive they seem YOUR ODOUR...
Come to me
de bayar
Come to me to the darkest woods In the darkest place of the planet, Join me through the creeping trees That embrace me with their frozen branches. Search me in the reigning darkness While I watch...
Reluctance
de Robert Frost
Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended....
Olden Ways
de Gheorghe Constantin Marius
Only the moonlight now remains To guide me through the ancient woods; The restful place of our fathers in the dark. Infront of me there lies, an unknown path, Now hidden in the mist. A mountain...
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...
Dark Forest
de Alexandra Cristina Puscasu
Dark Forest my steps fall through the darkest forest I run and try to leave it all behind But I\'m tripped up with every mve I make I seek a light to feed my way But no,... It\'s all in vain- the...
The Axe Helve
de Robert Frost
I\'ve known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me. But that was in the woods, to hold my hand From striking at another alder\'s roots, And that was, as I say, an alder...
Villanelle
de Théophile Gautier
When the new season comes When the cold shall have disappeared, The two of us will go, my lovely, To gather lillies-of the-valley in the woods. Beneath our feet loosening the dewdrops That one sees...