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‘তবুও বৃষ্টি আসুক’ কবি শফিকুল ইসলামের অনন্য কাব্যগ্রন্থ। গ্রন্থটি প্রকাশ করেছে আগামী প্রকাশনী। তার কবিতা আমি ইতিপূর্বে পড়েছি । ভাষা বর্ণনা প্রাঞ্জল এবং তীব্র নির্বাচনী। ‘তবুও বৃষ্টি আসুক’ গ্রন্থে মোট ৪১ টি কবিতা রচিত হয়েছে। প্রথম থেকে শেষ পর্যন্ত এ গ্রন্থ পাঠ করে পূর্বেই বলেছি, মন অনাবিল তৃপ্তিতে ভরে যায়।– ডঃ আশরাফ সিদ্দিকী,সাবেক মহাপরিচালক,বাংলা একাডেমী। ...

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‘তারও আগে বৃষ্টি নামুক আমাদের বিবেকের মরুভূমিতে- সেখানে মানবতা ফুল হয়ে ফুটুক, আর পরিশুদ্ধ হোক ধরা,হৃদয়ের গ্লানি… (কবিতা:তবুও বৃষ্টি আসুক’)...

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"Tobu O Bristi Asuq" (Let There Be Rain) is a collection of 41 poems of variegated tastes and flavor mostly of personal trend and characteristics by Shafiqul Islam a young poet of great erudition bestowed with an attractive poetic vein. -Prof. A.Noor...

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Let the rain fall In the desert of conscience May the humanity bloom there Alike flower. And the world and evils of mind Be purified. (Poem: Thirst for Rain)...

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This is a long poem written over a period of 13 years. When originally published it had some very good reviews, one being by the eminent literary critic Marjorie Perloff, who wrote: ‘It’s very striking. The reader is propelled forward, thematically and mythologically. The result is extremely interesting’....

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A therapeutic journey through the mind

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Libro de poesía. Edición Bilingüe

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Sucios de amar-nos longo tempo, como dous animais espidos, sumidos no acre olor de fluídos e esencias, polo ritual de tantas noites con sabor a cervexa é fermoso contemplar o teu corpo e os teus húmidos ollos baixo o amargo e lene arrecendo. Sucios de amarnos largo tiempo, como dos animales desnudos, sumidos en el acre olor de fluidos y esencias, por el ritual de tantas noches con sabor a cerveza es hermoso contemplar tu cuerpo y tus húmedos ojos bajo el amargo y suave efluvio....

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Libro de poemas (Galego-Español)

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De que cor é o sangue cando pensas nun home? A que sabe o teu orgasmo humedecido? Pasamos o un xunto ao outro e non sabemos nada o un do outro. Segues con esa inclinación polas aves ou morreu o teu amante sen comprender aínda que só na distancia pode-se recobrar o afecto? ¿De qué color es la sangre cuando piensas en un hombre? ¿A qué sabe tu orgasmo humedecido? Pasamos uno junto al otro y no sabemos nada el uno del otro. ¿Sigues con esa inclinación por las aves o murió tu amante sin comprender todavía que sólo en la distancia se puede recobrar el afecto? ...

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Libro de poemas (Edición Bilingüe)

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Qué son las alas sin el pájaro qué; las olas sin el mar y las ideas sin el hombre? Las olas son las alas del pensamiento del hombre, qué piensa el ave y qué piensa el mar el ser los reúne el ser los conjuga... Echa a volar el pensamiento y a nadar el sentimiento sólo se queda el hombre sin pájaro y sin mar sólo se queda volando sólo (se) queda naufragando. Outono 1991 (Sal. Guntín)...

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Poetry. Edición Bilingüe. Español-Galego

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El ejercicio, pues, no es solo ver la luz al otro lado sino también observarla aunque ese otro lado no exista. (J. A. Carvajal Abal)

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Επιλογή από τα ποιήματα του ιταλού ποιητή Σάντρο Πένα, σε μετάφραση από τα ιταλικά Χρίστου Αλεξανδρίδη. Selected poems written by the Italian poet Sandro Penna and translated into Greek by Christos Alexandridis...

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A series of poems written during 2015.

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Chapbook of poems made in past few months. Randomly selected. I hope that you would enjoy in them. Cheers.

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Edmund Spenser (1552?-1599) was an English Renaissance poet often considered to be the foremost poet of his time by many of his contemporaries. His early career, much like Virgil's, was spent writing pastoral and elegiac verse, but The Faerie Queene is his masterpiece, an unfinished allegorical epic intended to depict Aristotle's twelve moral virtues (twelve also being the number of books subsequently divided into twelve cantos for a proper epic), though he was only able to finish six. The poem is written entirely in what has come to be known as the Spenserian stanza: nine lines, eight of iambic pentameter followed by one of iambic hexameter rhyming ababbcbcc. The fairy queen, Gloriana, represents the glory of heaven and Queen Elizabeth I simultaneously. She is holding her twelve-day feast, each day of which the adventures in the twelve books were to take place, though in keeping with the epic tradition the first book does not begin at the beginning of the first day, but in medias res with the Red Cross Knight already on his adventure. Subsequently each book is meant to portray—in the embodiment of its corresponding knight—one of th...

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I Lo! I the man, whose Muse whylome did maske, As time her taught, in lowly shephards weeds, Am now enforst, a farre unfitter taske, For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine oaten reeds, And sing of knights and ladies gentle deeds; Whose praises having slept in silence long, Me, all too meane, the sacred Muse areeds To blazon broade emongst her learned throng: Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song. II Helpe then, O holy virgin, chiefe of nyne, Thy weaker novice to performe thy will; Lay forth out of thine everlasting scryne The antique rolles, which there lye hidden still, Of Faerie knights, and fayrest Tanaquill, Whom that most noble Briton Prince so long Sought through the world, and suffered so much ill, That I must rue his undeserved wrong: O helpe thou my weake wit, and sharpen my dull tong. III And thou, most dreaded impe of highest Jove. Faire Venus sonne, that with thy cruell dart At that good knight so cunningly didst rove, That glorious fire it kindled in his hart, Lay now thy deadly heben bowe apart, And with thy mother mylde come to mine ayde: Come both, and with you bring tri...

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Introduction THE FAERIE QUEENE Commendatory Verses Dedicatory Sonnets Book I: The Legend of the Knight of the Red Crosse Canto I Canto II Canto III Canto IV Canto V Canto VI Canto VII Canto VIII Canto IX Canto X Canto XI Canto XII Book II: The Legend of Sir Guyon Canto I Canto II Canto III Canto IV Canto V Canto VI Canto VII Canto VIII Canto IX Canto X Canto XI Canto XII Book III: The Legend of Britomartis Canto I Canto II Canto III Canto IV Canto V Canto VI Canto VII Canto VIII Canto IX Canto X Canto XI Canto XII Book IV: The Legend of Cambel and Triamond Canto I Canto II Canto III Canto IV Canto V Canto VI Canto VII Canto VIII Canto IX Canto X Canto XI Canto XII Book V: The Legend of Artegall Canto I Canto II Canto III Canto IV Canto V Canto VI Canto VII Canto VIII Canto IX Canto X Canto XI Canto XII Book VI: The Legend of Sir Calidore Canto I Canto II Canto III Canto IV Canto V Canto VI Canto VII Canto VIII Canto IX Canto X Canto XI Canto XII Book VII: Two Cantos of Mutabilitie Canto VI Canto VII Canto VIII About the Editor Also from William Ra...

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A book of Poetry written using current Turkish but in the style of Ottoman Turkish and includes an English translation.

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Complex are the ways of life. Difficult it is to describe them in Black & White. Emotions are many; Words are few. And those who know them are far and few Life is a book of poems; And this is mine. Beautiful or ugly, you determine. ...

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Standing frail, she diffused her smell far and wide. Not a man who was not attracted to this beauty of fairies. Not a man who didn’t wish to appropriate her for self. But her misty eyes were still poignant for love. For which vulnerability, the men staged duals a plenty. Yet she remained Virgin, for none had the limbs enough. The luxury of choice she didn't have, But her heart plotted a rebel nevertheless. An evening clouded the Sun of the West. When the sounds of prayer were sent in the air with smell. But the dog the men are, they heard only smell. And she remained Virgin, for none had the ears enough. In the morning of the sun after an endless night of hope. She dreamt of a prince of valor, chivalry and a lovely soul. He came to rescue her from the grip of darkness. And embraced her in his arms with love and dearness. Alas! Her dream broke for it was a day-dream in the Sun. And she remained Virgin, for had she not the eyes enough. . Never did she like the shabby wires inside her head. And gave all credit to her heart, eyes, face and smell. Finally, she turned to her mind in despair for help. And the a...

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Virgin No More Love with the Night The Rain Desert Climb Up the Ladder I Met Her He Was Walking In Search of the One The Last Train The Dividing Line | The Seashore ...

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vorbindu-va despre el. Ovidiu Florentin a vazut pentru prima data lumina zilei/ noaptea (de 2 spre 3 octombrie 1980) în Craiova, din creierul meu. Dar el a fost conceput mult timp, dupa lungi cautari în suflet. Nu are mama. Taica-su facându-l din flori... De profesie, Ovidiu Florentin este visator, si-si practica meseria cu ochii deschisi. Iubeste atât de mult libertatea încât este în disensiune cu toata lumea. Si oricând are câte un marasm moare, dar renaste singur din propria-i poezie... Este tacut din fire, vorbind toata ziua cu ziarele, revistele, cartile... Pe cap poarta o coroana plina de gânduri, si umbla vesnic neras/ din dorinta de a nu avea barba! Îi place mult sa scrie, si de aceea scrie putin, poemele fiind facute dupa chipul si asemanarea sa... La început, el urmeaza gradinita lui Geo Dumitrescu; dupa ce primeste de câteva ori botezul cuvântului întrerupe studiile, urmându-si stagiatura prin alte reviste. Si în timp ce acestea îl denigrau, el îsi cerea scuze. Totusi, poeziile încep sa explodeze prin reviste: „Luceafarul”, „Flacara”, „Orizont”, „ ”, „ ”, „ ” etc. Întâlnirea în cadrul cenaclului cu Nea Marin (Sorescu) i-a...

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Da-me licen~a para morrer! Porque cheguei aver que nao se pode ver. Tenho vinte e quatro anos ou oitenta? Ja fiz 0 ultimo inverno, o outono de minha vida. Da-me licen~a para morrer! Porque tenho vergonha de declarar que sou poeta. N Eu formo a deforma~ao da lingua!...

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Water color landscapes depicting the beauty of the village of Ravnogor and Rhodope Mountains, Bulgaria, where it is located. The landscapes were painted "alla prima" from nature by the author Marlena Yurukova during her stays in Ravnogor and her wanderings in its surroundings in the time from 1985 to 2015. Short three-line verses that fin in with the aquarelles add to conveying the impression of the natural beauty of this place....

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The village is high. If you grow up, you will see it. *** Life is a puzzle, and we at its end question marks. *** Summer rain- splashes of blessing from Heaven. *** Autumn near Ravnogor- thefog tousled the forest, it looks like a witch now. ...

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Uma coleção de pequenos poemas para leitura rápida sem compromisso.

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ESTEIRA Me leva a esteira, um dia pra academia, dois pra geladeira. NATAL Na tal da alegria, saúde venha amiúde, o mais, todo dia. COMER Ouvi desde infante "comer é bom pra crescer”. Tornei-me um gigante....

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SONETOS NARRATIVAS VERSOS ESTROFES POEMAS LIVRES HAICAIS

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Το βιβλίο είναι η πρώτη μετάφραση του Δάντη στην νεότερη εποχή. Είναι στην καθαρεύουσα, έκδοση 1881. Πάντως, η ποίηση είναι ποίηση, άσχετα αν είναι στην καθαρεύουσα....

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1. Κατά το μέσον στάδιον του ημετέρου βίου εις σκοτεινόν τινα δρυμόν πλανώμενος ευρέθην, διότι είχον της οδού εκπέσει της ευθείας. 2. Ά πόσον είναι δύσκολον να είπω ποίος ήτο ο άγριος τραχύς δρυμός και δύσβατος εκείνος, όστις εv τω στοχασμώ αναγεννά τον φόβον....

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Εισαγωγή, Κόλαση, Καθαρτήρι, Παράδεισος, Σχόλια.

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A Concrete Verse poem which may be considered an elegiac Idyll on Beauty as Idée was written over a Thirty-year Entr'acte. It was composed of and with occurrences that began in 1963 of which some lines may be found in poems from "Miss Crabtree's Daughters" and "On the Nature of Existence"....

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Light as ponderous settling fog obscures | Reflections of flesh once was | Hundred-year mirror | Age has | photographs belied | They silently exist | by prusse Moon lit: | forgotten | were Reminiscences to be found; | Sorrows in Solitude solace consoled by one not seen; | embraces and caresses adumbrated | by Presence; | Existence frolicked imp-like: | Revelments paled | Resplendences paled | The currents set by Chronos slowed in the dark of Chaos; | And Beauty smiling | in | Mémoire | translucide...