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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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JTJan Twardowski
Jan Jakub Twardowski (June 1, 1915 – January 18, 2006) was a famous Polish poet, but, as he said of himself, he was a priest (of the Catholic Church) first of all. He was a chief Polish representative of contemporary religious lyrics. He wrote short, simple poems, humorous, sometimes with colloquialisms. He joins observation of nature with philosophical reflexion. Twardowski received many awards and medals for his output. Jan Twardowski was born on June 1, 1915 in Warsaw, Congress Poland, Russian Empire as a son of Jan Twardowski and Aniela Maria Konderska. Several weeks later his family was forced to move to Russia (it was World War I). After 3 years the family moved back to Warsaw. In 1927, after finishing a primary school, he started his education in mathematical and environmental gymnasium. He finished it in 1935. In 1932 he began working with the gymnasium youth newspaper called KuŸnia M³odych. He had his own column there, he wrote poems, short stories, interviews with writers,...
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DMdan marius
"Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears Im well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth Leave me long to crawl back to the womb Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast So I'll take to the hills to live savage and free I don't need nobody, nobody needs me I don't need nobody, nobody needs me" http://www.obliothedagger.blogspot.com/
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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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rusu alina
25 ani.1.65,terminat Conservatorul,canto clasic(principal) si pian secunndar
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DADosa Andrei-Adam
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VIVereha Olivia Irina
all we are is dust in the wind...
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VVVeronica Văleanu
All expression of energy in this universe must end where it began. Walter Russell I am a survivivore. And for a survivivore, its predatory condition is strictly related to consuming its own survivals. Born - every time I was signalled to. Married, two children. Printer.s Devil Review, vol.2, no.2 Chicago Poetry Review, Poetry Cram 14, Journal of Modern Poetry Randomly Accessed Poetics World Poetry Reading Series, Featured Poets Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts, vol.XXII, issue 3 ...as I said: Nobody can live real poetry. You have to survive it.
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Comptine Rose
all my joys resemble more a momentary intoxication than the real gold of happiness//
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RRexusthe1st
Hello all,, I hope you do enjoin reading some stuff, take care guys and GOD Bless you all.
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Mark
de Nichita Stănescu
Mark Like a little bird on a white egg here I am craving for you like a wite bird on a black egg here I am craving for you like no one and no thing here I am craving for you like one bereaved of all...
Soul-Written Miniatures in Words…
de Andrei Lucian Dragoi
Sands… Her breasts put together are the most wonderful castels ever built in the primordial sands… Unfortunately they have no windows… I could have seen The First Man-Rise!… Pictures The spirits of...
Locul Ceasul si Lamele - o poveste fără sfârșit
de alice drogoreanu
vom alege cu grija locul ceasul si lamele intai briciul nu imi va tremura mana voi cresta spinarea exact pe sira am acest drept al inaintasului al fostului al primei maini cu brici pe spinarea ta...
Pink nights, black jack all over the world
de carmen mihaela visalon
Motto: \"Acestă babă frânta-n prag/scara spalând-o cu arțag/a fost cândva frumoasa...\" Hum Vin apele peste cântăreții de jazz Vin apele coborând din vagoane Cu negre răsuciri de bumbac Tac nopțile...
Athanasia
de Oscar Wilde
To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught Of all the great things men have saved from Time, The withered body of a girl was brought Dead ere the world\'s glad youth had touched its prime, And...
A great singer: Hollywood
de Florin DeRoxas
a great man singing great, a story in every verse, peace and love collide, his songs are about black, and brown, and white. stop the racism! is no good in that, see the man next to you and...
The Mountain
de Robert Frost
The mountain held the town as in a shadow. I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed that I missed stars in the west, Where its black body cut into the sky. Near me it seemed: I felt it like...
West Running Brook
de Robert Frost
\'Fred, where is north?\' \'North? North is there, my love. The brook runs west.\' \'West-running Brook then call it.\' (West-Running Brook men call it to this day.) \'What does it think k\'s doing...
The Sphinx
de Oscar Wilde
In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir For...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 7 - Cutting from \"the Dailygraph\". (Pasted in Mina Murray\'s Journal.) From a Correspondent. 8 August. Whitby One of the greatest and suddenest storms on record has just been experienced...