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EFEdward Foster
Poet, eseist, critic unanim recunoscut, a cărui operă a fost tradusă și publicată în numeroase limbi. Inițial editor de poezie al MultiCultural Review, este deopotrivă editorul fondator al editurii Talisman. Edward Foster este șeful catedrei de Umanistică și Științe Sociale din cadrul Imperatore School of Sciences and Arts, la Stevens Institute of Technology. Totodată este visiting professor la Drew University Graduate Faculty, și a fost visiting professor la Drew University (Istanbul), precum și lector cu bursă Fulbright la Haceteppe University din Ankara și la Universitatea din Istanbul. Este codirector al programului de schimburi culturale ruso-american, obținând diverse premii și distincții acordate de Columbia University. Bibliografia lui Edward Foster include: Volume de poezie: - The Space Between her Bed and Clock (Spațiul dintre patul ei și ceas) - The Understanding (Înțelegerea) - All Acts are Simply Acts (Toate actele sunt simple acte) - Adrian as Song - The Angelus Bell -...
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SMStephenie Meyer
Stephenie Meyer\'s life changed dramatically on June 2, 2003. The stay-at-home mother of three young sons woke up from a dream featuring seemingly real characters that she could not get out of her head. \"Though I had a million things to do, I stayed in bed, thinking about the dream. Unwillingly, I eventually got up and did the immediate necessities, and then put everything that I possibly could on the back burner and sat down at the computer to write—something I hadn\'t done in so long that I wondered why I was bothering.\" Meyer invented the plot during the day through swim lessons and potty training, and wrote it out late at night when the house was quiet. Three months later she finished her first novel, Twilight. With encouragement from her older sister (the only other person who knew she had written a book), Meyer submitted her manuscript to various literary agencies. Twilight was picked out of a slush pile at Writer\'s House and eventually made its way to the publishing...
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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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Taming of the Shrew
de William Shakespeare
Induction, Scene I SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath. Enter Hostess and SLY SLY I\'ll pheeze you, in faith. Hostess A pair of stocks, you rogue! SLY Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues;...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 13 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary The funeral was arranged for the next succeeding day, so that Lucy and her mother might be buried together. I attended to all the ghastly formalities, and the urbane...
Bed time story
de Corina Gina Papouis
în căușul palmei sînul stîng toarce în moliciunea lui albă desenez cercuri cu privirea răsfoind albumul tinereții rotunjirea primul sutien prima holbare de ochi degete tremurînde căutînd timid...
bottomless in the bed
de Dragoș Vișan
Cică revistele de comicsuri "Rahan" și "Pif și Hercule" erau comuniste, toți bărbații de astăzi am crescut citindu-le în pauze la școală pe-ascuns, ne-am înroșit radical mușchii, mințile, viețile,...
The ethernal question: "Why me?"
de Alexandra Popa Scurtu
Me and a hospital bed I lay on it I’m so scared When the verdict crosses my brain I close my eyes and scream inside. Why me? Why me? Why me? What have I done God? Am I cursed, devil? Me and...
Phone IV
de Coana Loenida
last night we were in bed together, he was in his single bed, many hours away and me in a man\\\'s pj top, it could have been his in my dark bedroom with the quilt on. I pressed the phone to my ear...
Able To Lie
de Coana Loenida
In India The fakirs Are able to lie On a bed of nails Without blood Or pierced flesh The problem is I have had one faker Too many Invite me to their beds Where they Are able to lie And from whence...
While the moon…
de Ileana Ioan
While the red moon started waxing I was laying on thy bed; Shadows of the night were dancing Round the candles by your bed. And as time was passing slowly Weariness grew in my head. In his arms I...
Sonnet XXVII
de William Shakespeare
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body\'s work\'s expired: For then my thoughts, from far...
de Alexandra Popa Scurtu
I’m almost dead But Laying in my bed I Thought of the blessing Of Positive Attitude And I imagined coming at me And I imagined coming within me And I imagined coming through my legs A positive...
The pot of flowers
de Théophile Gautier
Sometimes a small boy finds a tiny seed And takes a porcelain pot whose colours charm His eye to serve as a garden-bed, Where monstrous blossoms and blue dragons swarm. He goes away. Down snakes the...
Ea
de Henriette Berge
Vânt,mare,stele sclipitoare- frumoasă în roșu bine ai venit în pat. Wind,sea,shining stars- beautiful lady in red welcome in bed.
The sick rose
de William Blake
The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
Forever...
de Burloiu Marian
Forever rain...forever pain...forever my heart will go where... Forever lost...forever there...forever near...are you out there? Forever...cold...forever blue...my soul is shattered without you......
Liefde nacht
de Doru Lascarache
Een liefde nacht Tussen mij en jou, Het is als wolk over wolk Alles is bliksemgoed. Met donder op bewolkte hemel De gordel zit vast aan het bed, Ik reis op de Melkweg Fijne druppels sproeien De...
Et si tu n'existais pas
de Miruna Gavriliu
‘This woman does not exist’ - it said – ‘Her no-name is written all over my feathers On the smallest of my scales On the length of my hairs - Plus, she’s mocking the weather No eye of the storm When...
Sacrament
de Coana Loenida
\"Your turn or mine?\" \"I think you went last time, I\'ll go.\" He slips from the bed and pads into the kitchen. The blinds are up but he doesn\'t move to shut them: it\'s late and dark, if the...