| Óriási virágcsokrok New York szemeteseiben |
2017-12-14 20:44:51 |
| Lewis Miller virág dízájner azt találta ki, hogy feldobja a new yorki lakosok mindennapjait. Véletlenszerű helyeken és véletlenszerű időben elhelyezett egy-egy virágcsokrot már jó pár hónapja folyamatosan. Emocionálisan akart hatni rájuk, tehát valamilyen érzést szeretett volna kiváltani belőlük. Járdákat, kukákat, szobrokat szemelt ki. Évekig gondolkodtam, hogy mivel dobhatná... |
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2013-11-14 09:11:59 |
| Masters, Edgar Lee: Csöndek (Silence Magyar nyelven) Silence (Angol) I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, And the silence of the city when it pauses, And the silence of a man and a maid, And the silence of the sick When their eyes roam about the room. And I ask: For the depths Of what use is language? A beast of the field moans a f... |
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2013-11-13 18:09:03 |
| William Carlos Williams - These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night and the heart plunges lower than night to an empty, windswept place without sun, stars or moon but a peculiar light as of thought that spins a dark fire - whirling upon itself until, in the cold, it kindles to... |
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2011-08-29 06:36:03 |
| St. Agnes' Eve (Angol) Deep on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon: My breath to heaven like vapour goes: May my soul follow soon! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord: Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies,... |
| Emily Bronte 1818-1848 |
2011-02-20 10:50:55 |
| THE PRISONER by: Emily Brontë (1818-1848) TILL let my tyrants know, I am not doom'd to wear Year after year in gloom and desolate despair; A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty. He comes with Western winds, with evening's wandering airs, With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars: Winds take a pens... |
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2010-11-04 08:01:15 |
| -Whitman, Walt: Gyere csak haza a rétről, apám (Come Up from the Fields Father Magyar nyelven) Come Up from the Fields Father (Angol) Come up from the fields father, here's a letter from our Pete, And come to the front door mother, here's a letter from thy dear son. Lo, 'tis autumn, Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder, Cool and sweeten Ohio'... |
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