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AAnvari
Anvari (1126–1189), full name Awhad ad-Din 'Ali ibn Mohammad Khavarani or Awhad ad-Din 'Ali ibn Mahmud was one of the greatest Persian poets. He was born in Abivard of (now in Turkmenistan) and died in Khurasanian Balkh, now in Afghanistan, and studied science and literature at the collegiate institute in Tun (now Firdaus, Iran), becoming a famous astronomer as well as a poet. Anvari's poems were collected in a Deewan, and contains panegyrics, eulogies, satire, and others. His elegy "Tears of Khorasan", translated into English in 1789, is considered to be one of the most beautiful poems in Persian literature. The Cambridge History of Iran calls Anvari "one of the greatest figures in Persian literature". Despite their beauty, his poems often required much help with interpretation, as they were often complex and difficult to understand. Anvari's panegyric in honour of the Seljuk sultan Sultan Sanjar (1117–1157), ruler of Khorasan, won him royal favour, and allowed him to go on to enjoy...
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A)Adeline Virginia Woolf (Stephen )
Born Adeline Virginia Stephen in London to Sir Leslie Stephen, considered the father of the Bloomsbury Group, and Julia Prinsep Stephen (born Jackson) (1846–1895), she was educated by her parents in their literate and well-connected household at 22 Hyde Park Gate, Kensington. Virginia\'s parents had each been married previously, and their spouses had died. Consequently, the household contained the children of three marriages: Julia\'s children with her first husband Herbert Duckworth: George Duckworth (1868–1934); Stella Duckworth (1869–1897); and Gerald Duckworth (1870–1937). Laura Makepeace Stephen (1870–1945), Leslie\'s daughter with Minny Thackeray, who was declared mentally disabled and lived with them until she was institutionalised in 1891 to the end of her life; and Leslie and Julia\'s children: Vanessa Stephen (1879–1961); Thoby Stephen (1880–1906); Virginia; and Adrian Stephen (1883–1948). Sir Leslie Stephen\'s eminence as an editor, critic, and biographer, and his...
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SCSamuel Taylor Coleridge
Samuel Taylor "Estese" Coleridge (1772-1834) Samuel Taylor Coleridge was born in Ottery St. Mary on 21 October 1772, youngest of the ten children of John Coleridge, a minister, and Ann Bowden Coleridge. He was often bullied as a child by Frank, the next youngest, and his mother was apparently a bit distant, so it was no surprise when Col1 ran away at age seven. He was found early the next morning by a neighbor, but the events of his night outdoors frequently showed up in imagery in his poems (and his nightmares) as well as the notebooks he kept for most of his adult life. John Coleridge died in 1781, and Col was sent away to a London charity school for children of the clergy. He stayed with his maternal uncle2. Col was really quite a prodigy; he devoured books and eventually earned first place in his class. His brother Luke died in 1790 and his only sister Ann in 1791, inspiring Col to write "Monody," one of his first poems, in which he likens himself to Thomas Chatterton3. Col was...
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ITIshikawa Takuboku
Takuboku Ishikawa - un poet din era Meiji. Și-a început cariera ca romantic și a scris spre sfârșitul vieții poezii ce aveau ca subiect probleme sociale. Takuboku a fost considerat unul dintre cei mai buni poeți de tanka ai vremii și unul dintre importanții precursori ai poeziei moderne. Takuboku Ishikawa (石川 啄木 ,Ishikawa Takuboku?, February 20, 1886–April 13, 1912) was a Japanese poet. He died of tuberculosis on April 13, 1912. Well known as both a tanka and \'modern-style\' (shintaishi or simply shi) or \'free-style\' (jiyūshi) poet, he began as a member of the Myōjō group of naturalist poets but later joined the \"socialistic\" group of Japanese poets and renounced naturalism. Major Works His major works were two volumes of tanka poems plus his diaries: * Ichiakuno suna (A Handful of Sand) 1910 * Kanashiki gangu (Sad Toys) published posthumously in 1912 Timeline Ishikawa Takuboku, ca. 1900 * 1886 - Born at Joko Temple, Hinoto-mura...
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VCViorel Cap
Născut la Arad. Am absolvit liceul Moise Nicoara, din Arad(1969). Am absolvit Facultatea de Fizica Cluj(1974). Am fost repartizat ca profesor în Piatra Neamț(1974). Căsătorit.
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Vincent Dario
If you would be interested enough U will ask me...
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mosh craciun
liceu teologic facultate de litere (engleza franceza) cenaclist in facultate ziarist amator la un cotidian apoi redactor cultura-tineret la un saptamanal time will tell what next...
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Big Mircea Calin
In order to master the unruly torrent of life the learned man meditates,the poet quivers,and the political hero erects the fortress of his will. Jose Ortega Y Gasset,Meditations on Quixote(1914)
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John Enache McGogoo
so... i dont have one but u can visit my blog: http://360.yahoo.com/johnnykid9 i hope u will like it
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John Willy Kopperud
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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I do not love you except because I love you
de Pablo Neruda
I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it\'s you the one I...
War Song
de Eugen
In a moonless night In alonely hour Starts another fight. Someone`s shot in the tower Someone`s lying here And someone`s lying there But there`s no time for tears `Cause death floats in the air. I...
without you
de raluca
Without You You gave me strength to stand alone, You taught me how to reach my own, You tried to see into my soul, You found some things I\'d never know Without you... And now I\'m on my own again, I...
Raining
de Mihaela Malaky
The sadness is coming Cover my heart with your shadow My heart is broken by an arrow My words are drawn in the sea It’s raining, what a melancholy! I’m wild among the tears I start get dizzy when I...
The change of the heart
de Gondos Ana
I started long ago a journey And ended up with an attorney, To plead my innocence to others, Ans it was fair enough to witness The Phoenix and the change of the heart And a writer who played well his...
I will not die
de Pteancu Laura
la poalele neputinței se rostogolesc capete un călău la bustul gol se odihnește fumează o țigară își șterge satârul pe blugii levi’s așteaptă pauza de masă ar bea o bere rece își scrie raportul de...
My love for you
de Opris Gheorghe
My love for you will never die, My love is sunshine from the sky, That flows and gathers on its way, Peace,silence, joy and all that may Enlighten you from heart to soul. Flowing like sunshine from...
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de Daniela Luminita Teleoaca
[„Marinică (Uimitor!! și la catalog tot... Marinică, la fel ca în alintul celor de acasă! Puțin stranii aceste „prelungiri”... diminutivale! Puțin...), fii rezonabil, uite, deja mă calci pe un vârf...
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...
Poem (Don\'t look...)
de Harold Pinter
Don\'t look. The world\'s about to break. Don\'t look. The world\'s about to chuck out all its light and stuff us in the chokepit of its dark, That black and fat suffocated place Where we will kill...