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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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MBMircea Braslasu
Dedicate these lyrics memory my son Valentin Catalin Brăslașu, the writing about his life from birth (28-10-1981) until death (08-07-2000), but after his death. This describes both his life and my life, but more strongly to the shock of finding veștii that my son died in a tragic car accident at age 18 years 8 months and 10 days shock from which I left with sequelae , traumatized throughout their lives. I am Brăslașu Mircea, born com.Sângeru, jud.Prahova. In 1979, on December 31, I married, from this marriage two children resulted: Valentin-Catalin-Adrian and Gabriel. In 1993 after 14 years of marriage I broke the exclusive fault of the former spouses. In the divorce we have been entrusted to educate and increase a child so-Catalin Valentin (it was 12 years) was heard by the court expressing its desire to remain with me, the fact that the account, and Gabriel (he had 6 years) was given his mother. After he finished vocational school (1999), Catalin's exam at the evening high school,...
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GKGabriel J. Khazini
Broken glass still echoes in his heart as broken mirrors, Heart that once danced love and fear... And thus all puppets sing the song that hurt the puppeteer
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Richard Von Schaukal
1892-1897 studiaza dreptul in Viena; in 1998 promoveaza examenul de licenta; face parte din categoria poetilor simbolisti din Viena; primul volum de poezii il scoate la varsta de 19 ani, sub influenta puternica a lui Hugo von Hofmannsthal. Opere: Poems (Dresden 1893); Verses 1892-96 (Bruenn 1896); My gardens. Lonely verses (Berlin 1897); Tristia. New poems from the years 1897-98 (Leipzig 1898); Days and dreams. New verses (Leipzig 1899; 2 1902 erw. Expenditure.); Longing. New verses (Munich 1900); Pierrot and Combine or the song of the marriage (Leipzig 1902); Previous evening. An act in verses (Leipzig 1902); Selected poems (Leipzig 1904); Book of the soul. New poems (Munich 1908); Child poems (Munich 1913); Autumn. Poems 1912-14 (Munich 1914); Eherne of sonnets 1914 (Munich 1915); Homeland of the soul. Poems 1914-16 (Munich 1916); War songs from Austria (Vienna 1917); Jahresringe. New poems 1918-21 (Braunschweig 1922); Autumn height. New poems 1921-33 (Paderborn 1933); Music of the...
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HLHenry Wadsworth Longfellow
n. 27 februarie 1807, Portland, Maine, SUA d. 24 martie 1882, Cambridge, Massachusetts, SUA Poet american Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882) was an American educator and poet whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride", The Song of Hiawatha, and "Evangeline". He was also the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy and was one of the five members of the group known as the Fireside Poets. Longfellow was born in Portland, Maine, and studied at Bowdoin College. After spending time in Europe he became a professor at Bowdoin and, later, at Harvard College. His first major poetry collections were Voices of the Night (1839) and Ballads and Other Poems (1841). Longfellow retired from teaching in 1854 to focus on his writing, living the remainder of his life in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in a former headquarters of George Washington. His first wife, Mary Potter, died in 1835 after a miscarriage. His second wife, Frances Appleton, died in 1861...
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GAGrama Miruna Aura
I long for what life has in mind for me...the tone of a voice...the line of a song...the sound of a colour...the black of an eye... To feel...that is the purpose of ME
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DMdan marius
"Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears Im well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth Leave me long to crawl back to the womb Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast So I'll take to the hills to live savage and free I don't need nobody, nobody needs me I don't need nobody, nobody needs me" http://www.obliothedagger.blogspot.com/
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TET.S. Eliot
Thomas Stearns Eliot, OM (26 September 1888–4 January 1965), was a poet, playwright and literary critic. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948. Among his most famous writings are the poems The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Waste Land, The Hollow Men, Ash Wednesday and Four Quartets; the plays Murder in the Cathedral and The Cocktail Party; and the essay "Tradition and the Individual Talent". Eliot was born in the United States, moved to the United Kingdom in 1914 (at age 25), and became a British subject in 1927 at the age of 39. Of his nationality and its role in his work, Eliot said: "[My poetry] wouldn't be what it is if I'd been born in England, and it wouldn't be what it is if I'd stayed in America. It's a combination of things. But in its sources, in its emotional springs, it comes from America."
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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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Chang Soo Ko
[[esp]] Chang Soo Ko (Corea del Sur, 1934) Nació en el sur de Corea en 1934. Ha publicado varios volúmenes de sus poemas en coreano y en inglés. Sus poemas han aparecido en periódicos coreanos y norteamericanos. Sus libros de poesía y traducción (ganó el Premio de Poesía en Seúl, así como el Premio de Traducción de Literatura Coreana Moderna) incluyen -en coreano-: The Splinter - picking song, Promenade, Some Landscapes y In Search of Wonhyo ; en inglés ha publicado Poems of Chang Soo Ko, Seattle Poems, Landscapes. Ha traducido al inglés Best Love Poems of Corea, Antology of Contemporary Korean Poetry. [[/esp]]
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the song remains the same
de dan petrut camui
toamna își scoate ruginiul de sub frunze natural coșmarul oricărui om conștient că numai trecerea timpului i-a făcut toate astea adevărat vă spun că nu va trece o zi fără să iubească eu doar privesc...
PARADISE LOST -- Book VI
de John Milton
Book VI All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven\'s wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, with rosy hand Unbarred the gates of light. There is a cave...
PARADISE LOST -- Book VII
de John Milton
Book VII Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill I soar, Above the flight of Pegasean wing! The meaning, not the...
PARADISE LOST -- Book IX
de John Milton
Book IX No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us\'d, To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast; permitting him the while Venial discourse...
The Afternoon of a Faun
de Stéphane Mallarmé
These nymphs I would perpetuate. So clear Their light carnation, that it floats in the air Heavy with tufted slumbers. Was it a dream I loved? My doubt, a heap of ancient night, is finishing In many...
The Seafarer
de Ezra Pound
May I for my own self song\'s truth reckon, Journey\'s jargon, how I in harsh days Hardship endured oft. Bitter breast-cares have I abided, Known on my keel many a care\'s hold, And dire sea-surge,...
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...
PARADISE LOST -- Book XII
de John Milton
Book XII As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the world destroyed and world restored, If Adam aught perhaps might interpose; Then, with...
Portrait of a Lady
de T.S. Eliot
Thou hast committed— Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. I AMONG the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange...
Song
de Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Tho\' veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath, Love is a sword that cuts its sheath, And thro\' the clefts, itself has made, We spy the flashes of the Blade ! But thro\' the clefts, itself has made, We...