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EKElizabeth Kim
Elizabeth Kim was born in Korea. Omma was killed by her brother and father ('honour killing') for the sin of sleeping with an American soldier and producing a mixed-race child, Elizabeth. There is no record of her birth or of her name. Dumped in a horrific orphanage in post-war Seoul, Kim was lucky to be adopted by a fundamentalist American family. But just as her American features doomed her in racist Korea, her Korean features served as a constant reminder that she wasn't good enough for her new all-white environment. Her mother had always told her that life was made up of ten thousand joys as well as ten thousand sorrows.
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Duca Horia
So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's gonna change. I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on. Going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc, and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, D.I.Y., game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, 9:00 to 5:00, good at golf, washing the car,choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by,looking ahead to the day you die.
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MNMillosh Gjergj Nikolla
Millosh Gjergj Nikolla (October 13, 1911 - August 26, 1938) was an Albanian poet born in Shkodër, Albania. Migjeni, pen name of Millosh Gjergj Nikolla, was born in Shkodra. In a letter of 12 January 1936 written to translator Skënder Luarasi (1900-1982) in Tirana, Migjeni announced, "I am about to send my songs to press. Since, while you were here, you promised that you would take charge of speaking to some publisher, ‘Gutemberg’ for instance, I would now like to remind you of this promise, informing you that I am ready." Two days later, Migjeni received the transfer he had earlier requested to the mountain village of Puka and on 18 April 1936 began his activities as the headmaster of the run-down school there. The clear mountain air did him some good, but the poverty and misery of the mountain tribes in and around Puka were even more overwhelming than that which he had experienced among the inhabitants of the coastal plain. Many of the children came to school barefoot and hungry, and...
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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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johnny be good
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CDConstantin Delca
'When I'm good, I'm good, but when I'm bad, I'm better.'
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BVBogdan Vulturul
sometimes maybe good sometimes maybe shit
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MLMina Loa
"It Suits the Poets Purpose" by RAY REESE writers would have us believe in popular mythology that women are enamored with men of power mock gladiator bluster Portofolio's Corporate corpulent physique when in fact most of the women worth the having are with men who are good with words...
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Thomas Moore
Thomas Moore (1779-1852) Irish poet, friend of Lord Byron and P.B. Shelley. Moore\'s writings range from lyric to satire, from prose romance to history and biography. His popular IRISH MELODIES appeared in ten parts between 1807 and 1835. Moore was a good musician and skillful writer of songs, which he set to Irish tunes, mainly of the 18th century. \'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. (from \'The Last Rose of Summer\') } Thomas Moore was born in Dublin as the son of a grocer. His background was poor and he never varnished it. In his poem \'Epitaph on a Tuft-Hunter\' he mocked snobbery: \"Heaven grant him now some noble nook / For, rest his soul! he\'d rather be / Genteelly damn\'d beside a Duke, / Than sav\'d in vulgar company.\" Moore studied at Trinity College, Dublin and London, and published his first book, THE POETICAL WORKS OF THOMAS LITTLE, in 1801. He became in 1803 a civil officer to Bermuda, where he stayed for a...
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RCRoxana Camelya
Sunt multe de spus despre mine..:)..dar..cele mai importante elemente sunt: curioasa, romantica, perspicace, extrovertita..:D. Imi place foarte mult sa citesc..iar de fiecare data cand am timp liber..iau cate o carte si .."intru" profund in lumea fictiva..creata de autorul respectiv. Deoarece sunt studenta..am multe preocupari, dintre care..si scrisul.Nu sunt o scriitoare inraita..dar doresc sa-mi perfectionez lucrarile create..si poate..cine stie :D. Imi place sa studiez, sa lucrez pe computer. Sa editez poze and so on..:) Cam atat am avut de zis..:P Sper ca va plac poeziile si povestirile mele..:P (pe care le voi publica pe parcurs..pe acest site ) Have a good day :-)
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good life
de ungureanu dorina
nesimțitul vă refierbe fără paradigme ciorba de perișoare mâncați o lume dispersată din burtă revoltătoare se sinucide de fiecare dată voi nu știți de ce îl așteptați viu în artă se așază are atatea...
Limbajul, ca mijloc de realizare al comunitatii
de Daniel Puia-Dumitrescu
“La inceput a fost Cuvantul si Cuvantul era la Dumnezeu si Dumnezeu era Cuvantul” (Evanghelia dupa Ioan 1:1) Omul, cea mai inteligenta dintre creaturi, dar, totodata, si cea mai dificila si violenta,...
In memoriam...
de Ela Victoria Luca
Mă veți muștrului, veți râde, vă veți hilizi, veți spune că este o prostie, o pierdere de vreme, o bagatelă, o inepție, o utopie. Veți fi cinici, ironici, mușcători, critici. Și cu tot dreptul. Tot...
Trinity of Health: Your Whole Life
de Carmen Harra
\"We have all been taught that good nutrition will generate good health; but in the speeding blur that races through our day to day lives, very few are aware that we must reconnect with both...
[Life - a lie with charming sadness]
de serghei esenin
Life - a lie with charming sadness That is where lies her strength And with her rought hand She writes the word of fate. Always, when I close my eyes, I say, \"Touch your heart and see, Life - a lie,...
life teachings
de Cristina
1.Give others more than they expect you to give and do this with joy. 2.Learn by heart your favorite poem. 3.Don’t believe all you here, don’t spent all you have and don’t sleep as much as you want....
Beyond Good and Evil
de Friedrich Nietzsche
On the Prejudices of Philosophers 1 The will to truth which will still tempt us to many a venture, that famous truthfulness of which all philosophers so far have spoken with respect - what questions...
An angel named Oana
de Florin DeRoxas
My life was empty ‘Till I‘ve found you, To show me love, Your love so true. You came as an angel From up above, To show me that We still have love. Your name is Oana, And you love me so, ‘Cause you...
Among The Rocks
de Robert Browning
Oh, good gigantic smile o\' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i\' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet For the ripple to run over in its mirth; Listening the...
Diving inside you
de Feather B
I’m diving in the deep end of my life. What for? Too many reasons... But they never understand me... They didn;t, they don’t and they won’t Understand me. Diving in the deep end of a fight. Where you...