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James Elroy FleckerJF

James Elroy Flecker

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James Elroy Flecker (5 November 1884 - 3 January 1915) was an English poet, novelist and playwright. As a poet he was most influenced by the Parnassian poets. He was born in London, and baptised Herman Elroy Flecker, later choosing to use the first name "James", either because he disliked the name "Herman" or to avoid confusion with his father. "Roy", as he was known to his family, was educated at Dean Close School, Cheltenham, where his father was headmaster, and Uppingham School. He studied at Trinity College, Oxford, and Caius College, Cambridge. While at Oxford he was greatly influenced by the last flowering of the Aesthetic movement there, under John Addington Symonds. From 1910 he was in the consular service, in the Eastern Mediterranean. He met Helle Skiadaressi on a ship to Athens, and married her in 1911. His most widely known poem is "To a poet a thousand years hence". The most enduring testimony to his work is perhaps an excerpt from "The Golden Journey to Samarkand"...

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Dead on ArrivalDA

Dead on Arrival

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MF

Mihaescu Florin

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BI

bakari itami

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Nascuta fara sens,voi muri la fel. Viata nu are sens si e mai presus de orice discutie filosofica,fiind mult mai simpla si mult mai complicata decat un om o poate vedea,neavand niciodata un motiv sau obligatie.

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Spinache CatalinSC

Spinache Catalin

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HUH? me? well, just (almost) dead.

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TT

Tomas Tranströmer

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TOMAS TRANSTRÖMER is the author of eleven books of poetry, most recently For the Living and the Dead and Grief Gondola, and a prose memoir, Memories See Me. His work has been translated into thirty languages, and has received the Petrach Prize in Germany, the Bonnier Award for Poetry, the Neustadt International Prize for Literature and the 2011 Nobel Prize for Literature.

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Miroslav AnticiMA

Miroslav Antici

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Miroslav "Mika" Antiæ (March 14, 1932 – June 24, 1986) was a Serbian poet, journalist and painter. Antiæ was born in Mokrin, Vojvodina, Serbia (then Yugoslavia). He wrote poems, articles, dramas, movie and TV scripts and documentaries. Mika also acted in several movies, and was an amateur painter. His best known poem is "Srem", in which he mourns for dead in World War II and describes the beauty of Srem using "beæarac" song form. He is well known as a bohemian. Mika Antiæ is best known as a children and youth poet, a master of delicate and gentle sentiments. His bohemian, hard-drinking lifestyle is best illustrated by a barely translatable pun about him: "Èika Jova deci, èika Mika Antiæ dva deci" "Èika Jova deci" meaning "Mister Jova to the children", referring to Jovan Jovanoviæ Zmaj, a known children's poet. "Èika Mika Antiæ dva deci" means "Mister Mika Antiæ two deciliters", referring to drinking from a glass, likely of alcohol.

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AnathemaA

Anathema

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[[ro]] Anathema- formata in 1990 in Liverpool, Marea Britanie Perioada de activitate: 1990 - prezent. Membri: - Vincent Cavanagh - chitara, voce; Daniel Cavanagh - chitara; Les Smith - clape; Jamie Cavanagh - Bass; John Douglas - tobe Ex-membri:: Darren White - voce (The Blood Divine, Dead Men Dream, Serotonal); Duncan Patterson - Bass (Antimatter, Dreambreed); Dave Pybus - Bass (Dreambreed, Cradle of Filth); George Roberts - Bass (doar sesiuni live); Shaun Steels - tobe (My Dying Bride); Martin Powell - clape, vioara (My Dying Bride, Cradle of Filth, Cryptal Darkness) Stiluri abordate:: Doom/Death Metal, Atmospheric Rock * Anathema - discografie Anathema, una din cele mai proeminente trupe din scena doom/gothic, un adevarat fenomen muzical care a luat pe sus scena metalica britanica si care a impus un stil unic, urmat si copiat de multi altii. Anathema vine din Liverpool, fiind creatia fratilor Cavanagh, Danny si Jimmie. In 1990, Anathema a scos primul lor demo "An illiad of woes",...

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Davide RondoniDR

Davide Rondoni

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Poezie: La frontiera della ginestra, (The Frontier of the Broom Flower), Quinta Generazione 1985 O les invalids, N.c.e. 1988 A rialzare i capi pioventi (To Raise the Raining Heads), N.c.e., Guaraldi, 1993 Nel tempo delle cose cieche (In The Time of Blind Things), N.c.e., 1995 Il bar del tempo (The Bar of Time), Guanda, 1999, (Winner of Montale, Camaiore, Metauro, S. Domenichino, and Caput Gauri prizes) Non sei morto, amore (You Are Not Dead, Love), Quaderni del battello ebbro, 2001 Avrebbe amato chiunque (He Would Have Loved Anyone), Guanda, 2003 Antologii editate: Preghiera della Vergine (The Virgin’s Prayer), Marietti, 2003Dante Alighieri, Commedia (Comedy), Rizzoli, 2001 Il pensiero dominante: Antologia della Poesia italiana 1970-2000 (The Dominant Thought, Anthology of Italian Poetry 1970-2000), Garzanti, 2001 Leopardi, l’amore (Leopardi, Love), Garzanti, 1999 Charles Péguy, Lui è qui (He is Here), Rizzoli, 1999 Ada Negri, Mia giovinezza (My Youth), Rizzoli, 1996 La sfida...

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JK

John Willy Kopperud

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It\'s All Over Now, Baby Blue Bob Dylan You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin\' through And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it\'s all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you\'ve left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who\'s rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you...

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dead or alive

de Leonard Ancuta

azi o ard chill, chiar dacă mi-ar plăcea să sune la ușă să fie ca-n seara aia cînd s-au strîns mai mulți & vîntul umfla perdelele ca pînzele de corabie alunecam cu toții în jos în adînc tu simțeai...

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dead or alive

de Leonard Ancuta

azi o ard chill, chiar dacă mi-ar plăcea să sune la ușă să fie ca-n seara aia cînd s-au strîns mai mulți & vîntul umfla perdelele ca pînzele de corabie alunecam cu toții în jos în adînc tu...

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Culegătorii de inimi

de vivi hampu

10 martie 2002 Culegătorii de inimi Degeaba am ascuns-o În țara sălbatică a frunzelor-lumină, A stelelor de ceară, a vrăjilor pustii. Degeaba am lăsat-o Împietrită de venin în fluturi de vânt, În...

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lecția despre mimic

de Leonard Ancuta

lecţia despre nimic exerciţii de imaginaţie decorul e simplu. imaginaţia fiecăruia îl poate îmbogăţi după bunul sau răul plac al inimii. cîte nu poate face Boris! sugestie: o scenă goală împărţită în...

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The Poems of Sappho Part I

de Sappho

The Poetry of Sappho: Introduction By J.B Hare Imagine that two millenia or so in the future, literary experts attempt to collect the glories of our literature. Most of our paper writings have...

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Heresy

de Dragos Angelescu

We walk this path of beaten stone For ever feeling more alone Under the eyes of gods we march In step, Following a thousand hearts of rithm Slaves of a will We've never been aware of. We march, our...

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Laura

de Paul Valéry

Since dawn she has been with me, Laura, alone in a private sphere. Solitude I name this closed system where all things are alive. At this first hour I bank neither with my days nor with my nights,...

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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...

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To Silvia

de Giacomo Leopardi

Silvia, do you remember the moments, in your mortal life, when beauty still shone in your sidelong, laughing eyes, and you, light and thoughtful, went beyond girlhood’s limits? The quiet rooms and...

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An exotic holiday

de Adrian Arvunescu

My boyfriend took me to Siberia last winter. He said to me: My, let s go deer hunting! Totally in love, I understood: my dear, let s go to Hawaii! Said and done. Except that, when we got there, the...

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