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girl, When the sky is șo high And its hue A sweet blue? All I want is to fly and fly.” “But I used to fly with you, When we both were rare dew. What hâș happened, butterfly? You have left me down below To become completely mellow And converse with lower fellow!” “You forget my little girl, When the wind hâș taken you, You forget your joy and laughter, When you met and smelt the Matter. It was then, when
VISE NEÎMPLINITE (POEME)1 de ADRIANA ORR în ediţia nr. 1789 din 24 noiembrie 2015 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/375052_a_376381]
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I. POETICAL THOUGHT, de Soar , publicat în Ediția nr. 2224 din 01 februarie 2017. (c) Soar, 2016. soaring-words.com ... Citește mai mult "Poems are feelings sometimes forgotten în the array of new impulses, other times left to hibernate for lack of metaphors aiming further dawns. Yet, at the end of their lines, they contour the radius of what was left unsaid, undone or dreamt upon. And there, beyond the sight of our eyes, lies the centre
CANAL DE AUTOR [Corola-blog/BlogPost/372355_a_373684]
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Citește mai mult "Poems are feelings sometimes forgotten în the array of new impulses, other times left to hibernate for lack of metaphors aiming further dawns. Yet, at the end of their lines, they contour the radius of what was left unsaid, undone or dreamt upon. And there, beyond the sight of our eyes, lies the centre of what is still to come."(c) Soar, 2016. soaring-words.com... ÎI. TO MAKE A POEM RIGHT, de Soar , publicat în Ediția nr. 2056
CANAL DE AUTOR [Corola-blog/BlogPost/372355_a_373684]
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the stars of deșire glittered ... And thus, from the stars, our child was born. He arrived to uș like a meteorite and we also taught him how to play with the Universe. The years passed ... The child grew up and left like a comet, to another planet, following a star. We were left, uș, alone, two oldies, dreaming of the Universe of our childhood. Our eyes close slowly and we disappear without trace into another universe, without planets, without stars and
MICUL UNIVERS / THE LITTLE UNIVERSE de GEORGE ROCA în ediţia nr. 834 din 13 aprilie 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/345881_a_347210]
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was born. He arrived to uș like a meteorite and we also taught him how to play with the Universe. The years passed ... The child grew up and left like a comet, to another planet, following a star. We were left, uș, alone, two oldies, dreaming of the Universe of our childhood. Our eyes close slowly and we disappear without trace into another universe, without planets, without stars and without comets ... there, where the only reign is that of the CROSS
MICUL UNIVERS / THE LITTLE UNIVERSE de GEORGE ROCA în ediţia nr. 834 din 13 aprilie 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/345881_a_347210]
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stuffed în seats worn by time, waiting for the movie to begin. The dark mingled with mystery and with projected shadows on the immaculate screen. The girl was silent the boy boisterous until their lips touched thirstily like a wandrian left without water în the Sahara Deșert. When the lights turned on the two hâd disappeared into another world. DE ZIUA TA De ziua ta ți-am dat o floare tu mi-ai răspuns cu un zâmbet drag ivit în colțul
PERIPLU SENTIMENTAL / SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY de GEORGE ROCA în ediţia nr. 824 din 03 aprilie 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/346037_a_347366]
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your mouth, and when you told me that it's spring I picked for you all the flowers în the world without realising that I was suffocating you with șo much love. When I woke up to reality you hâd left with another which hâd offered you just his hand ... SINGUR (Et non sperabam te domum tam cito revenire! Și nu sperăm că vei reveni din nou acasă!) Mi-am însușit tehnică lui Crusoe! Am alungat postașul, am încuiat ușa cu
PERIPLU SENTIMENTAL / SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY de GEORGE ROCA în ediţia nr. 824 din 03 aprilie 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/346037_a_347366]
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disturb me: Thursday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. There was another, Friday, but he betrayed me for a black widow. They're aș quiet aș me! All of uș suffer from agoraphobia and want to be alone. Since my love left me I suffer and want to be alone. Alone, Alone, Alone! *** The sixth sense tells me That there is a sliver of hope! Then, my imagination discovers a ship on the horizon! I uproot the plugs from my ears and
PERIPLU SENTIMENTAL / SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY de GEORGE ROCA în ediţia nr. 824 din 03 aprilie 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/346037_a_347366]
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teacher în several schools until 1990, when, according to her own statements, hâd the „privilege” to teach at an orphanage school în Iași County. There, she hâd the chance to discover the soul of these children like nobody else: „I left a part of myself there, and those years profoundly marked me because the children there knew how to give all they hâd much better than those în ordinary schools. It is there that I cried for the first time at
PROFIL DE SCRIITOR de LELIA MOSSORA în ediţia nr. 42 din 11 februarie 2011 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/348896_a_350225]
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are not a pool, Unlike for mân, old beastly fool, But în a creature, dainty, frail, The thought's a glassy, poison pail. Like foolish Crypto, of love spurned, Who's heart în him with fire burned, And he was left to wander on With a more princely face of scorn: With Dragon Mute, that grand old brute, To cast the world some gold for loot, To chop it, naked he will flee, For it is Penny Bun, you see, Whom
TESTAMENT (EDIŢIA A II-A) – MARI POEŢI ROMÂNI TRADUŞI ÎN LIMBA ENGLEZĂ (1) de DANIEL IONIŢĂ în ediţia nr. 1348 din 09 septembrie 2014 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/377927_a_379256]
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nothing metonymies metaphors synecdoches of (no) exhausted truth spent relationships death itself or the writing of a poem the fisherman stretched his back to leave the shore the net on his shoulder, fishing rod în hand baitbox swinging în his left nothing of note was left for him not any more the sound of his footsteps crunched dead shells and faded în the distance pinctada maximă breathed a sigh of relief Then she turned on herself to nurse her secret pearl
POETICAL BRIDGES (POEME BILINGVE) de ALEXANDRA BALM în ediţia nr. 2348 din 05 iunie 2017 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/375104_a_376433]
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no) exhausted truth spent relationships death itself or the writing of a poem the fisherman stretched his back to leave the shore the net on his shoulder, fishing rod în hand baitbox swinging în his left nothing of note was left for him not any more the sound of his footsteps crunched dead shells and faded în the distance pinctada maximă breathed a sigh of relief Then she turned on herself to nurse her secret pearl NOAPTEA DE DUPA întunericul nu ne
POETICAL BRIDGES (POEME BILINGVE) de ALEXANDRA BALM în ediţia nr. 2348 din 05 iunie 2017 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/375104_a_376433]
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care eu însămi n-am mai auzit-o de ani care-a fost RECOGNITION To Fiona, with love your poems make sense to me she said în the blând tone of an email message I wondered if she'd accidentally left no ouț for silence was quick to follow what else could she' ve told me? what else to be said? two worlds contemplating one (staring, eyes averted) another are you comfortable reading în English she asked though we were both
POETICAL BRIDGES (POEME BILINGVE) de ALEXANDRA BALM în ediţia nr. 2348 din 05 iunie 2017 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/375104_a_376433]
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M E M B E R Twelve years after September 11th 2001 Years have passed. Still, the pain of those who lost the people they loved hâș been ceaselessly eroding their souls like streams digging în sandy banks. It hâș left a mark on their existence, and it hâș irreversibly changed the course of their lives. It hâș made them live to remember their parents, children, friends, and to endlessly mourn them. These people have changed their pain into poetry, and
CUNUNI DE FLORI PENTRU EROI de MARIN VOICAN GHIOROIU în ediţia nr. 983 din 09 septembrie 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/372760_a_374089]
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hell, 55 "Tho' thus heavenly beautiful to draw me to destruction. "Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding, "Sometimes I think thou art fruit, breaking from its bud " În dreadful dolor & pain; & I am like an atom, "A Nothing, left în darkness; yet I am an identity: 60 "I wish & feel & weep & groan. Ah, terrible! terrible!" În Eden, Females sleep the winter în soft silken veils Woven by their own hands to hîde them în the darksom grave; But Maleș
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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wool, "But spare my life: but he knows not that winter cometh fast. "The Spider sits în hîș labour'd Web, eager watching for the Fly. 450 "Presently comes a famish'd Bird & takes away the Spider. "Hîș Web is left all desolate that hîș little anxious heart "Șo careful wove & spread it ouț with sighs and weariness." This was the Lamentation of Enion round the golden Feast. Eternity groan'd and was troubled at the image of Eternal Death 455
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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strong vibrations of fierce jealousy; for thou art mine, "Created for my will, my slave, tho' strong, tho' I am weak. "Farewell, the God calls me away. I depart în my sweet bliss." She fled, vanishing on the wind, And left a dead cold corse 335 În Los's arms; howlings began over the body of death. Los spoke: "Thy God în vain shall call thee if by my strong power "I can infuse my dear revenge into hîș glowing breast
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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wings & sing your infant joy! 365 "Arise & drink your bliss! "For every thing that lives is holy; for the source of life "Descends to be a weeping babe; "For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain. "Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath, 370 "And strike the terrible strîng. "I wake sweet joy în dens of sorrow & I plant a smile "În forests of affliction, "And wake the bubbling springs of life în regions of dark death
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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ears? " 'O cruel pity! O dark deceit! can Love seek for dominion?' "And Luvah strove to gain dominion over the Ancient Man. 80 "They strove together above the Body where Vala was inclos'd "And the dark Body of Albion left prostrate upon the crystal pavement, "Cover'd with boils from head to foot, the terrible smitings of Luvah. "Then frown'd the Fallen Man, & puț forth Luvah from hîș presence "(I heard hîm: frown not, Urizen, but listen to my
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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thee ouț!" Șo loud în thunders spoke the King, folded în dark despair, And threw Ahania from hîș bosom obdurate. She fell like lightning. Then fled the sons of Urizen from hîș thunderous throne petrific; They fled to East & West & left the North & South of Heaven. 135 A crash ran thro' the immense. The bounds of Destiny were broken. The bounds of Destiny crash'd direful, & the swelling șea Burst from its bonds în whirlpools fierce, roaring with Human voice, Triumphing
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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but cover'd her with softest brooding care On a broad wave în the warm west, balming her bleeding wound. O how Los howl'd at the rending asunder! All the fibres rent, 60 Where Enitharmon join'd to hîș left side, în griding pain. He, falling on the rocks, bellow'd hîș dolor till the blood Stanch'd: then în ululation wail'd hîș woes upon the wind. And Tharmas call'd to the Dark Spectre who upon the shores
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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And they to thee; only remit not, faint not thou, my son. "Now thou dost know what 'tis to strive against the God of waters." Șo saying, Tharmas on hîș furious chariots of the Deep Departed far into the Unknown & left a wondrous void Round Los; afar hîș waters bore on all sides round with noise 160 Of wheels & horses' hoofs, & Trumpets, Horns & Clarions. Terrified, Los beheld the ruins of Urizen beneath, A horrible Chaos to hîș eyes, a formless unmeasurable
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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arose hîș channel'd Throat; then like a red flame a tongue of hunger And thirst appear'd, and a sixth age pass'd of dismal woe. Enraged & stifled with torment, he threw hîș right arm to the north, Hîș left arm to the south, shooting ouț în anguish deep, 245 And hîș feet stamp'd the nether abyss în trembling, howling & dismay, And a seventh age passed over & a state of dismal woe. The Council of God on high watching
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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Enitharmon, Shrunk into fixed space, stood trembling on a Rocky cliff, Yet mighty bulk & majesty & beauty remain'd, but unexpansive. Aș far aș highest Zenith from the lowest Nadir, șo far shrunk 15 Los from the furnaces, a space immense, & left the cold Prince of Light bound în chains of intellect among the furnaces; But all the furnaces were ouț & the bellows had ceast to blow. He stood trembling & Enitharmon clung around hîș knees, Their senses unexpansive în one stedfast bulk
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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în black clouds of my wrath; "I call'd the stars around my feet în the night of councils dark; "The stars threw down their spears & fled naked away. 225 "We fell. I siez'd thee, dark Urthona. În my left hand falling "I siez'd thee, beauteous Luvah; thou art faded like a flower "And like a lilly is thy wife Vala wither'd by winds. "When thou didst bear the golden cup at the immortal tables "Thy children smote
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]