"carved memories" – 45 rezultate
0.01 secundeMeilisearchRaymond Carver
The American short story writer and poet Raymond Carver was born in Clatskanie, Oregon, on May 25, 1938, and lived in Port Angeles, Washington during his last ten, sober years until his death from cancer on August 2, 1988. He was a Guggenheim Fellow in 1979 and was twice awarded grants from the National Endowment for the Arts. In 1983 Carver received the prestigious Mildred and Harold Strauss Living Award which gave him $35,000 per year tax free and required that he give up any employment other than writing, and in 1985 Poetry magazine\'s Levinson Prize. In 1988 he was elected to the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters and was awarded an honorary Doctorate of Letters from the University of Hartford. He received a Brandeis Citation for fiction in 1988. His work has been translated into more than twenty languages. At least that\'s the basic biography. Of course there\'s no room in it for the nature of the hardship he and his family went through during most of those fifty...
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SCStefan Ciobanasu
Which way is the right path, as I stand upon This chaotic crossroads of hate... How many ways are there to roam On this dark and damned road of fate... "There are many ways, my son, to find where the souls of demons remain...But it takes only one second of despair and of doubt Until at last, your soul, they will gain... Inherit these lands, these things, these dreams That are yours, forever, to adore... For there is no life, in the depths of chaos, my son, For you to explore... C. Vincent Metzen - 'The Initiate' All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you. One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain. For yours I truly wish to be. Nightwish - Ever Dream
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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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The Giaour (Vampiric Extract)
de George Gordon Noel Byron
A turban carved in coarsest stone, A pillar with rank weeds o\'ergrown, Whereon can now be scarcely read The Koran verse that mourns the dead, Point out the spot where Hassan fell A victim in that...
EgoPHobia #26
de Sorin - Mihai Grad
De câteva zile pe www.egophobia.ro puteți citi EgoPHobia #26, care cuprinde: ~ editorial >>> Ștefan Bolea – Frozen Spring ~ invitat >>> Petrișor Militaru – Cosmin Dragoste – invitatul din EgoPHobia...
Carol Iancu - «Evreii din Hârlău. Istoria unei comunități»
de Marina Nicolaev
Carol Iancu - «Evreii din Hârlău. Istoria unei comunități» Editura Universității „Alexandru Ioan Cuza", Iași, 2013 ISBN 9789737 03463 400 pagini Coperta: Bogdan Bârzu « Crâmpei din...
The Ship of Gold
de Emile Nelligan
It was a great ship carved from solid gold: Its masts touched to the skies on uncharted seas; Venus, goddess of love, her hair streaming, her flesh bare, Flaunted herself on the prow beneath a...
MY LIFE
de A. Robert Mario
tonight my life seems like the smoke my love is nothing but a joke the moon is rising in the sky two stars are carved across my eyes but which is hers and which is mine? a thousand wings surrounds my...
Sonnet XI
de William Shakespeare
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest In one of thine, from that which thou departest; And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowest Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth...
Writing on the wall
de D. Valentina
There was this key on the floor... The one you used to lock the door The door that watched us as we sunk In that old bed that saw us drunk Amdist the lights of love and hate Those lights we could not...
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...
Teachers
de Leonard Cohen
I met a woman long ago her hair the black that black can go, Are you a teacher of the heart? Soft she answered no. I met a girl across the sea, her hair the gold that gold can be, Are you a teacher...
The Little Mermaid
de Radu Herinean
The Little Mermaid - - - - by Hans Christian Andersen Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, cornflower, and as clear as the purest glass. But it is very deep...
THE GRIFFIN
de Alina Mihai
I took the path of silence and of black night The sunlit world was far behind me The grass swayed gently in the moonlight And trees were tall, and starry sky And yet all these I could not see. On...
Necronomikon
de Abdul al-Hazred
THE TESTIMONY OF MAD ARAB THIS is the testimony of all that I have seen, and all that I have learned, in those years that I have possesed the Three Seals of MASSHU. I have seen One Thousand and-One...
Finding the right path
de Cristina
Since young Nadejda\'s destiny was decided by others, The adult life she began as a child; Her life represents the embodiment of a curved, dark tunnel, She accomplished her goals with more than one...
we want it so
de Andrei Dumitrescu
We want it so, but then again we don\'t want it, We carve for it in stone, and we crawl for it but only in the dark and almost only after midnight, We burn for it and we urn for it like daggers for...
Purusha
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Purusha breaths from underneath through my smile and my tear, She breaths the sky within and she feeds her fingers on the outside here, she loves in frames and she listens in puzzles, she carves in...
Miracles
de Coana Loenida
It really is a matter of perspective. The morning air is still dim and cool the birds I can hear almost seem to be whispering about something that has yet to happen, and if it does they will sing and...
Erotic
de Andrei Dumitrescu
Resting my upper lip on your downer Touching by the hang in my toungue the gentle edge of your teat, Caressing my way down and feading on the sweatness on your womb, taking me all the way from misery...