POETRY

At the age of 46 – in 1974 – she won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry. Anne Gray Harvey was born in Massachusetts and lived in San Francisco and Baltimore. In 1954 she was diagnosed with postpartum depression, and in 1955 (on her birthday), she attempted suicide, but was encouraged by her doctor to pursue an interest. Writing poetry. Reading, …

She is best known as a key figure in feminist poetry. For she, transformation goes beyond the act of writing, and Adrienne Rich (1929/2012) delineated her poetics relatively early in her career in a 1971 essay. The form of her poems, also you can discover that has evolved with her content, moving from tight formalist lyrics to experimental poems, also …

Love poems and descriptive nature poems, would always be his favoured forms. Edward Estlin Cummings (1894/1962), he was born in Massachusetts, to indulgent parents who encouraged him to develop his creative gifts. In 1917 he volunteered to serve in the Norton-Harjes Ambulance group in France. At the end of the First World War, he went to Paris to study art. …

On the West Hills of Long Island (New York), he was born 1819, on May day. His father was a carpenter and his mother barely literate that gave him unconditional love. At the age of eleven Walt Whitman was withdrawn from public school, to help support his family. At the age of twelve he fell in love with the written …

As a result of life of solitude, she was able to focus on her world more sharply than other authors of her time. She (the second daughter of Edward and Emily Norcross Dickinson), was born on December 10, 1830 in Massachusetts, into the quiet community of Amherst. Emily and her sisters nurtured in a quiet family, when always her mother …

He wrote poems whose philosophical dimensions transcend any region. Although his verse forms are traditional, he was a pioneer in the interplay of rhythm and meter. Robert Frost, born San Francisco (Mar. 26, 1874), and dead Boston (Jan. 29, 1963). At the age of 38, he sold the farm moving with his family to England, where he could devote himself …

THE WAKE We saw the wake, but nothing of the boat, because it was happiness that had passed by. They gazed at each other, deep in their eyes a perception at last of the promised clearing, where great stags were running in all their freedom. No hunter entered that country without tears. It was the next day, after a night …

LIVE, FLESH Rise up corpse and walk nothing new under the yellow sun, the last of the last of the coins of gold, the light that flakes away, under the layers of time, the lock on the breaking heart. A thread of silk, a thread of lead, a thread of blood after these waves of silence. Signs of love’s black …

SPORTS GOODS Brave as a postage stamp. He went his way, gently clapping his hands to count his footsteps. His heart as red as a wild boar, beat beat, like a butterfly, pink and green, from time to time he planted a little flag of silk, when he had marched enough. He sat down for a rest and fell asleep, …

MIRROR, MIRROR EYE SEA It pains me when I look the mirror in Her eyes, I see a night robbed from its stars. A portrait dead inside, A Sol that lost its glee. Dreamt all dreams away. One thing remains too glow, the Razor came to play! The Silver beast carves a crevasse through the reddened sea. Gazed upon by …