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FAREWELL: Poetry, by Fan Yun

POETRY OF FAREWELL     To the east and west the walls of Luoyang, long I salute the passage of time. Before she left the snow that seemed flowers, Now come the flowers that seem to snow. (Fan Yun) http://www.amazon.com/Sunflower-Splendor-Thousand-Chinese-Midland/dp/0253206073

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WAITING FOR YOU: Poetry, by Paul Valery

WAITING FOR YOU I lived of waiting for you. My heart slow, was just your steps. (Paul Valery) http://www.amazon.com/Art-Poetry-Bollingen-XLV-Vol/dp/0691018804/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8 http://www.amazon.it/Opere-scelte-Paul-Val%C3%A9ry/dp/8804614021/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1430907348&sr=8-1&keywords=Poesie+Val%C3%A9ry%2C+Paul

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THE HEART – Poetry, by Gustave Flaubert

THE HEART The heart It is an asset that is not for sale and do not buy, but it gives away. (Gustave Flaubert) http://www.amazon.com/Sentimental-Education-Penguin-Classics-Flaubert/dp/0140447970/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8 http://www.amazon.com/Leducazione-sentimentale/dp/B00HNE2HEI/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1430897928&sr=1-1&keywords=GUSTAVE+FLAUBERT%2C+L%27EDUCAZIONE+SENTIMENTALE

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SERENADE: Poetry, by Federico Garcia Lorca

SERENADE     Along the banks of the river the night is bathing and on the breasts of Lolita die of love the branches.      Die of love branches. The night naked singing on the bridges of March. Lolita washes her body with brackish water and Nardi.      Die of love the branches. Glitters in high over the rooftops the ...

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I WANT SEATING NEAR YOU: Poetry, by Federico Garcia Lorca

I WANT SEATING NEAR YOU I would sit next to you in silence, but I have not the courage: I’m afraid my heart I go up to my lips. That’s why I speak foolishly and hide my heart behind the words. Taken cruelly my pain for fear you to do the same. My pillow looks at me at night with ...

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I CAN NOT BE HAPPY: Poetry, by Federico Garcia Lorca

I CAN NOT BE HAPPY      “I can not anymore be happy for all my days I must bring in my nostalgia your image. I am your own. “ (Federico Garcia Lorca)

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NOTHING WAS MINE: Poems

When love enters our life, we are surprised, because that sense of merging with your loved one, makes us understand a seemingly simple thing, and quite unusual: love is the only means at our disposal to break the loneliness, often lurking in some moments of our lives. In some poems, this perception ensured by love is fully expressed, so poignant, ...

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THE PAST: Poetry, by Emily Dickinson

THE PAST             The Past. It is a curious creature the past, and to look at his face you can arrive to ecstasy or despair. If someone meets disarmed, soon, I will cry, run! Those its ammunition rusty, can still kill! (Emily Dickinson)

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IT IS NOW EVENING: Poetry, by Salvatore Quasimodo

This poetry belongs to Water and Land (poetry collection published in 1930), with a structure very short and very deep ways. A poem which remained famous for its concise structure, exciting like a flash in the darkness that comes close:   Everyone is just the heart of the earth pierced by a ray of sun: and it is now evening. ...

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ON A DRY WASH: The last haiku, by Matsuo Bashō

Basho in the summer of 1694 he went to Osaka. He died there, after writing his latest haiku: Traveling, sick the way of my dreams on a dry wash. http://www.amazon.com/Matsuo-Basho-Makoto-Ueda/dp/0870115537 http://www.amazon.it/111-HAIKU-BASHO-MATSUO/dp/8877992506  

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