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'City Eyes' conjures up days gone by through images of Wellington City at night and poems which remember the places and the people that walked the street's. Imbued with the street life and soul of the times, City Eyes is both nostalgic and reminiscent of our glory days. Forgotten alleyways and empty buildings stand as testament to the things they've seen, with poems of lives lost and found in the city of our youth coming together to accentuate the fragility of the world around us....

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Sardines, City Eyes, On the Train, M.Jackson-He Kanohi Kitea, 4B Boston Tce, Epa, My Cool Older Cousin, The Veil of Time Te Anai (For Hone Tuwhare), Word Search....

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Semhatarul acestor randuri se ana confruntat cu doua asertiuni. Prima. Cine este Florentin Smarandache? A doua Poetul nu are biografie; poezia este biografia sa Dar a doua asertiune vrea sa 0 elimine pe prima Nemaifiind doua nu se pune problema optiunii. Cand l-ar interesa t~i pe cititor viata unui poet? Un cititor impmimit de poezie ar putea raspunde, "niciodata". Mul, impresionat in mod deosebit de poezia sa ar simti nevoia sa posede unele date lJi despre viata lui. POOlii se impun mai greu lumii cititorilor. Un volum de poezie, in zile bune, are un tiraj de doua, trei mii de exemplare. pupa zece titluri scrise in 15-20 de ani, un poet nu este cunoscut decat in perimetru: celor treizeci de mii de cititori, posesori, uneori al numai unuia din ceIe zece titluri. Daca cei care l-au citit sunt de zece ori mai mu~i, poetul respectiv se poate considera bine situat in con~iinta natiunii. Aceste consideratii pot fi at~e poetilor care au trait in tara lJi lJi-au publicat carte cu carte la editurile roman~i. Nu de acee~i situatie"se bucura" Florentin Smarandache care, din cele cincisprezece titluri aparute, il1i vede doar doua car...

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Time opens; the window of a moment; and watches me.

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This book contains a collection of poems compiled by Florentin Smarandache.

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This book is a collection of poems compiled together by Florentin Smarandache. Book translates in Romanian---

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Poems from 1977 - 2012

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Part 1 - A Lifetime Part 2 - The Seasons Part 3 - The Months Part 4 - The Hours Part 5 - The Minutes Part 6 - The Seconds

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Eugene Onegin in rhyming verse translation.

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The three hundred and sixty-six poems of the Canzoniere with occasional footnotes and an introductory selection.

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Section I Poems 1 to 61 Section II Poems 62 to 122 Section III Poems 123 to 183 Section IV Poems 184 to 244 Section V Poems 245 to 305 Section VI Poems 306 to 366...

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A critical scene by scene study of Goethe's Faust.

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The formatted French text, a formatted English translation, and a compressed and punctuated translation to allow rapid grasp of the whole.

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Translator’s Introduction Mallarmé’s Preface of 1897 The French Text The English Translation The English Translation – Compressed, and Punctuated

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A new translation of Luka P. Razikashvili's (pen name Vazha-Pshavela) Classic 19th Century Georgian poem Host and Guest.

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A translation of major poems in verse.

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‘N’est ce pas qu’il est doux’ ‘Il aimait à la voir’ Incompatibility The Albatross Correspondences The Balcony A Voyage to Cythera The Invitation to the Voyage For Madame Sabatier Hymn Moesta et Errabunda Semper Eadem The Voyage The Swan Obsession Epilogue Lament of an Icarus Calm Index by First Line...

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A modernized translation of Chaucer's earliest major poem.

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This book contains a collection of poems compiled by Florentin Smarandache.

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A new translation of this key text of French Romanticism. The sequel to Atala.

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Oocons nojrs du sommeil. Rivages. Balance de pensees. Une porte s'ouvre. Je m'elance au-dessus du vide, ancre de rien, parmi des rochers couverts de brouillard en !ignes confuses. Un sphinx sourit froidcment. De petites ondes.me font fremir, je vois mon etre se disperser. Dans la fumee de I'inconuu font I~ur apparition des lIes rosatres et Oottantes. Au-dessus s! agitent des papillons: les poete:; montent vers la lumiere. Des Oots alerles m'accrochent au sort des paroles; I' infini devient ma demeure. Des insectes de nuit, que I'aile brisee n'aide plus s'envoler, des ombres passageres, traversent les prairies. Espoirs. Paroles imml~bilisees, sous Ie filet d'une phrase, survenues a I'instant dans rna pensee. Aspiration vers I' inaccessible. Soif permanente el ardente. Force qui brule. Foi mystique. Vague qui engloutit, no ie, purifie. Lueurs jaunes dc lampe. Frontiere du feu. Limite du feu brule par In Oamme ardente. Sang jaillissant des blessures profondes. Dete sauvage avec une ilme hUllllcte. La force se retire dans urrgolf sec he. La criniere d'cculllc blanche se pique dans les rochers sombres. La lumiere des etoiles avec fremiss...

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A selection of poems from Early and Renaissance Italy. Including translations of poems by Guido Cavalcanti, Lorenzo de Medici, Poliziano, Michelangelo, Vittoria Colonna, Gaspara Stampa, and Tasso....

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Jacopo Da Lentino (c1200-1250) I have placed my heart in God’s service Pier Della Vigne (1190-1249?) Love in whom I hope and desire, Anonymous Go now my love, goodbye now, Guido Cavalcanti (c1255-1300) You have, in you, the leaves and flowers Who is this that comes and all admire her, Fresh new rose O, my lady, have you not seen One Deep in thoughts of love, I came As I’ve no hope of returning ever, Lapo Gianni (c1250-1328?) The thought my heart nourishes is sweet, Cino Da Pistoia (c1270-1337) In the meadow I gaze at each white flower, I was on the high and blessed hill, Dante Alighieri (1265-1321) Guido, I wish that Lapo, you, and I, Giovanni Boccaccio (1313-1375) Now, my dear lord, you are gone Lorenzo De Medici (1449-1492) How beautiful our Youth is Angelo Poliziano (1454-1494) Hear, woods, my words of sweetness I found myself, one morning, maidens, Love, I thank you, Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564) I have bought you, at no small cost, Love, tell me please, if it’s with my eyes Lady, as one fancies there to be The best of sculptors has not one idea Vittoria Colonna (1490-1547) I live upon thi...

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Twenty-Two Poems in verse translation.

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‘February. Take ink and weep,’ ‘Like a brazier’s bronze cinders,’ Winter Sky Spring Swifts ‘My sister – Life’s overflowing today,’ The Weeping Garden Crossed Oars Sparrow Hills The Steppe Storm, Momentary, Forever In the Wood Spasskoe For Anna Akhmatova Winter Nears. Hamlet Storm-Wind Khmel (Hops, and Intoxication) The Earth Winter Night The Wind Snow Is Falling Index by First Line...

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Ovid's guidance to aspiring lovers, in the tricky game of love.

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Voyage to Modernity a critical study of Baudelaire’s poetry.

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I: Introduction: The Invitation To The Voyage II: The Idyll (The Vision of Paradise) III: Voyage to Cythera (The Vision of Venus) IV: The City (The Vision of Hell) V: Voyage to Modernity (The Vision of Limitation) VI: The Poet As Hero (The Vision of Icarus) VII: Twilight (The Vision of Calm)...

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Din nevoie deoarece m aflam într'un lagr de refugiaÛi politici in Turcia Õi mi se lungiser ochii dup viza americana de emigrare, viz care se tot lsa aÕteptat pân la disperare! Aproape doi ani de nerbdri Õi descumpniri am înscris în memoria mea... Destui colegi, nerezistând, îÕi luau lumea'n cap Õi fugeau din lagr haihui prin Europa, trecând clandestin frontierele în Grecia Õi-apoi tind-o spre inima continentului în Germania, Belgia, care pe unde nimerea, ba ascunÕi prin tiruri cu marf -- rupând prelata Õi cusând-o la loc --, ba sufocaÛi prin containere de vapoare. În lagrul din Italia au fost cazuri de sinucideri, omul cât era de om nu mai putea îndura tortura psihic la care fusesem supuÕi. Nu Õtiam când vom pleca, nici unde, Õi nici mcar dac vom putea vreodat!! Doi inÕi înebuniser, Õi nu-i mai accepta nici o Ûar... [Acum, când scriu aceste rânduri, simt c m descarc...] PuÛin le psa funcÛionarilor/birocraÛilor ONU de situaÛia noastr!...

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Structura roman; a celui mai frumos pod; care a rezistat unui cutremur -; în timp ce cldirile înalte cdeau precum copacii; - destul de tare s Ûin greutatea; atâtor armate Õi caravane spre vechiul oraÕ; care st la intersecÛia Europei.......