"by-pass" – 2019 rezultate
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The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.
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Robert Browning
Robert Browning was born on May 7, 1812 in Camberwell, which is south of London. His birthday falls within a couple of months of the births of Dickens and Thackeray. He was the eldest of 2 children, born to Robert and Sarah Anna Browning. His father was a bank clerk. He attended London University for a short while in 1828, but received most of his education by readinghis from his father\'s library. His first poem, Pauline, was published when he was 21. It was soon followed by Paracelsus (1835) and Sordello (1840). A year later, Pippa Passes, the first in a series entitled Bells and Pomegranates was published; the remaining seven parts appeared between 1841-46. In 1846, Browning eloped with Elizabeth Barrett and lived with her in Italy until his death in 1861. Various difficulties made the poet\'s requested burial in Florence impossible, and his body was returned to England to be interred in Westminster Abbey. The they left you for their pleasure: till in due time, one by one, Some...
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WWWang Wei
Wang Wei (699-759) a fost un poet chinez din epoca dinastiei Tang (începutul Renașterii chineze). A fost un virtuos poet al naturii și un budist fervent care a preferat să rămână mirean, deținând chiar funcții înalte în aparatul de stat. A fost, în același timp, și pictor, dar puține tablouri au fost păstrate, și numai sub formă de reproduceri realizate de alți artiști. Atât picturile cât și poemele sale au avut o mare influență asupra generațiilor viitoare. *** Wang Wei (699–759) was a Tang Dynasty Chinese poet, musician, painter, and statesman. He was one of the most famous men of arts and letters of his time. His paintings survive only in later copies by other artists, but numerous poems are preserved and some were included in the highly influential 18th century anthology, Three Hundred Tang Poems. Originally from Qi (Modern day Qi County of Shanxi), Wang Wei moved to PuZhou (today Yong Ji, Shanxi). He was of Han ethnicity. Born into an aristocratic family, Wang Wei passed the...
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WBWilliam Blake
William Blake (1757-1827) was a British poet, painter, visionary mystic, and engraver, who illustrated and printed his own books. Blake proclaimed the supremacy of the imagination over the rationalism and materialism of the 18th- century. Misunderstanding shadowed his career as a writer and artist and it was left to later generations to recognize his importance. Blake was born in London, where he spent most of his life. His father was a successful London hosier who encouraged Blake\'s artistic talents. Blake was first educated at home, chiefly by his mother. In 1767 he was sent to Henry Pars\' drawing school. Blake has recorded that from his early years, he experienced visions of angels and ghostly monks and that he saw and conversed with the angel Gabriel, the Virgin Mary, and various historical figures. At the age of 14 Blake was apprenticed for seven years to the engraver James Basire. Gothic art and architecture influenced him deeply. In 1783 he married Catherine Boucher, the...
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daniel d marin
some literary prizes, included in some anthologies, cooperation with some cultural magazines, editor for the cultural magazine "Oglinda literară", where I initiated and brought into effect the column "niște tineri.ro" where I promoted the young literature including by first interviews of a few milenaristic young poets (2003-2007), chief editor of the Impact youth magazine (2000-2001)... that is in the past... and a few in the present: http://danieldmarin.wordpress.com/ http://danieldemarin.blogspot.com/
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John Keats
John Keats John Keats (October 31, 1795 – February 23, 1821) was one of the principal poets of the English Romantic movement. During his short life, his work received constant critical attacks from the periodicals of the day, though politics, rather than aesthetics, often dictated those opinions. By the mid-nineteenth century, however, audiences began to appreciate more fully the significance of the cultural change his work both presaged and helped to form. Elaborate word choice and sensual imagery characterize Keats' poetry. He often felt himself working in the shadow of past poets, particularly Milton and Spenser, and only towards the end of his life produced his most original and most memorable poems, including a series of odes that remain among the most popular poems in English. Oscar Wilde, the aestheticist non pareil was to later write: "[...] who but the supreme and perfect artist could have got from a mere colour a motive so full of marvel: and now I am half enamoured of the...
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RWReed Whittemore
Reed Whittemore, poet, critic, jurnalist literar, profesor. S-a născut la data de 11 septembrie 1919 Născut la New Haven, Connecticut, Reed Whittemore a studiat la Universitatea Yale; actualmente este profesor la Colegiul Carleton din Northfield, Minnesota. A publicat următoarele volume de versuri: Eroi și eroine(Heroes and Heroines, 1946) Un american pleacă la plimbare(An American Takes a Walk, 1956) Selfmade Man și alte poeme(The Self-made man and Other Poems, 1959) Băiatul din Iowa(The Boy from Iowa, 1962). A editat și două periodice literare. Poetry Heroes & Heroines ([1946) An American Takes a Walk (1956) The Self-Made Man (1959) The Boy from Iowa (1962) Poems, New and Selected (1967) Fifty Poems Fifty (1970) The Mother's Breast and the Father's House (1974) The Feel of Rock: Poems of Three Decades (1982) The Past, the Future, the Present: Poems Selected and New (1990) Ten from Ten & One More (2007) The Season of Waiting: Selected Poems: 1946-2006 (Hebrew trans by Moseh Dor)...
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SHSeamus Heaney
Seamus Heaney (born 13 April 1939) is an Irish poet, writer and lecturer who was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1995. He currently lives in Dublin. Seamus Heaney was born on April 13, 1939 into a family of nine children at the family farmhouse called Mossbawn, between Castledawson and Toomebridge in Northern Ireland. In 1953, his family moved to Bellaghy, a few miles away, which is now the family home. His father, Patrick Heaney, owned and worked a small farm of fifty acres in County Londonderry, but his real commitment was to cattle-dealing, to which he was introduced by the uncles who had cared for him after the early death of his own parents. Seamus' mother came from the McCann family, whose uncles and relations were employed in the local linen mill and whose aunt had worked as a maid to the mill owners' family. The poet has commented on the fact that his parentage thus contains both the Ireland of the cattle-herding Gaelic past and the Ulster of the Industrial...
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Cristei Ionut
Nascut 16.11.1987...ajuns unde,cum si ce sunt intamplator...
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APAlin Popa
The value of life can be measured by how many times your soul has been deeply stirred. Nu îți cere niciodată iertare pentru sentimentele pe care le afișezi. Atunci când faci acest lucru, tu îți ceri practic iertare pentru adevărul din tine. Și puțini au puterea să pună în palma altcuiva emoții, într-o lume de măști și suflete goale. Sunt puține lacrimi sincere pe pământ – Marin Preda
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by-pass
de ciutura carmen luminita
chirurgul meloman extirpă mima din sunete viole rătăcite-n arcuș două degete fură bile din abac sincope stăpâne sacâz pe tac la masa verde a Raiului oaspete nou.
Pas by-pass
de Vasile Mihai
sunt bolnav de seară târzie luna neagră îmi palpită aritmic în piept din ce în ce mai acut verbele mi-au suferit un colaps noaptea trecută și secția de terapie intensivă are toate paturile ocupate de...
Leave me inside you
de Drăgan Sebastian
Nu te mai îmbrac demult cu verbe vorbe gesturi ai atributul conjugat pe jugulara mea și mai mult pe aortă acolo unde by-pass-ul râcâie sufletul în așchii de stop cardiac mă rupi râzândă te vând la...
Sau nu ?
de Marina Samoila
M-am trezit azi îmbrăcată în cămașa neagră a gândului că nu ne vom mai întâlni niciodată. Nu pentru că zeii pe care din nepricepere îi numim coincidență ne-ar fi potrivnici… By-pass-ul tăcerii a fost...
rotarian memories
de Ela Victoria Luca
în mijlocul orașului asfaltul se sparge trec printr-o fantă alunec în triunghiul rotarian al dorințelor mă trezesc în gânduri subterane nu văd nimic familiar nimic să pot purta la încheietură nici...
moartea sărută buze subțiri
de enea gela
de-asta las să tremure pe-aici câteva poeme în cămașa hârtiei moartea n-are nevoie de veșminte de la galeriile lafayette un petic de umbră peste vitraliile cupolei e de-ajuns să se știe pe lumea...
viața
de Macovei Costel
undeva, departe de mine, verdele sărută obrajii soarelui amestecându-și lacrimile cu văpăile inimii urnele s-au desigilat și începem numărătoarea într-un orășel din Spania, un autocar cu studenți s-a...
Povestea unei dame
de Ghejan Andrei
Exact când îmi dezmorțeam crengile mai cu foc, întinzându-le cu un mare aplomb peste birou sub un oftat de ușurare, total neanunțată, se precipită și intră în umila-mi locație, aproape dărâmându-mi...
sa fim realisti
de alexandra lupu
Lumea are gust de fecioara murdara, Care se da jos din pat in dimineti scortoase, Mazgalite cu abur, dupa o noapte de vise, vise cu taxe, Cu tocuri rupte, cu by-pass-uri, cu pasari ce urla-n...
bunului meu bărbat
de Miruna Dima
sunt aici, bunul meu bărbat pieptănând părul moale ce mi l-ai descântat azi-noapte, țin palmele căuș, să poți bea liniștit și-ardență și suflu și spin dar mai ales viață, înțeleg, sunt by-pass-ul...