Walter Whitman (May 31, 1819 – March 26, 1892) was an American poet, essayist and journalist. A humanist, he was a part of the transition between transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works. Whitman is among the most influential poets in the American canon, often called the father of free verse. His work was controversial in his time, particularly his 1855 poetry collection Leaves of Grass, which was described as obscene for its overt sensuality.
Ajenony es el seudónimo del escritor Puertorriqueño Frank Santana. Frank Santana nació un 31 de enero en el pueblo de Vega Alta en “La Isla del encanto” Puerto Rico. En los primeros años de este siglo 21 crea “The Emporium” Un popular conglomerado en Internet que consta de más de 125 sitios y desde el cual compartió cientos de sus notas con sus más de 13 millones de visitantes (Hasta Febrero del 2017).A mediados del 2010 crea Ajenony Productions desde donde comienza a crear música y canciones para ayudar a interpretes jóvenes del estado de New York. En el 2011 y al extenderse su programa musical crea Emporium Sounds con el proposito de impulsar las carreras de sus pupilos al plano internacional. En la actualidad esta trabajando en su libro “El eco del silencio’ del cual hemos extraído algunas notas para este sitio. Suheil Diaz
Joaquín Ramón Martínez Sabina (Úbeda, Jaén, 12 de febrero de 1949), conocido artísticamente como Joaquín Sabina, es un cantautor y poeta español de éxito en países de habla hispana. Ha publicado catorce discos de estudio, cuatro en directo y tres recopilatorios y colaborado con distintos artistas cantando dúos y realizando otras colaboraciones. También compone para otros artistas como Ana Belén o Miguel Ríos entre otros.
Rafael Alberti Merello (Puerto de Santa María, 1902 - 1999) Poeta español, miembro de la Generación del 27. Sus padres pertenecían a familias de origen italiano asentadas en la región y dedicadas al negocio vinícola. Las frecuentes ausencias del padre por razones de trabajo le permitieron crecer libre de toda tutela, correteando por las dunas y las salinas a orillas del mar en compañía de su fiel perra Centella. Una infancia despreocupada, abierta al sol y a la luz, que se ensombrecerá cuando tenga que ingresar en el colegio San Luis Gonzaga de El Puerto, dirigido por los jesuitas de una forma estrictamente tradicional.
There are much better writers than I Who have written of love, God and philosophy Not much that I can add But my unique life experiences I will stick to what I know and feel In hopes my written word can reach places that I have not Relying more on natural simplicity than technique and form Check out my work at: www.amazon.com/Laura-Alaniz
Gabriela Mistral, seudónimo de Lucila Godoy Alcayaga, (Vicuña, 7 de abril de 1889-Nueva York, 10 de enero de 1957) fue una poetisa, diplomática, profesora y pedagoga chilena. Por su trabajo poético, recibió el Premio Nobel de Literatura en 1945. Fue la primera mujer iberoamericanan y la segunda persona latinoamericanan en recibir un Premio Nobel. Carta a Gabriela por Juana de Ibarbourou, 1957 ¿Por qué caminos del alba andas descubriendo el cielo ese, prometido a unos los que sufrimos, creemos y le pedimos a Dios ir a bruñir sus luceros ? ¿Por qué sendas, asombrada, ya vas encontrando el cielo, mientras aquí las banderas y pueblos, están de duelo.? ¿Por qué te fuiste, tan pronto precipitando el invierno cuando aún, lleno de flores, se desgranaba febrero? Yucas y conquistadores te irán formando cortejo; Pizarro barbado y noble —bronce, plata, encaje, acero— con una ciudad de torres entre sus brazos sin huesos. Y una muchedumbre oscura que va detrás de Atahualpa te sigue cantando himnos en lengua quechua y aymara. Ya estás, Gabriela, en la gloria, mitad de princesa incaica, mitad de reina española, como Isabel, la magnánima. Ya sé que no has de escribir a nadie mas en la tierra, que oficinas de correo a la eternidad se veda. ¡Pero es tan dulce que sepas Gabriela, que toda América por ti está tan conmovida como tu patria chilena...! El cielo junto al copihue la orquídea venezolana se une a la victoria-regia del Brasil, y en la sabana de Colombia, los gomeros detienen su savia trágica. ¡Toda la flora de América quiere mirarte la cara! Asómate entre las nubes una tarde arrebolada; muéstranos tu frente ancha de madre tan bien amada, ¡déjanos poquito a poco, del todo no te nos vayas! Aquí ha quedado tu verso, tu palabra estructurada con lo mejor del idioma y lo mejor de tu alma. Pero nos falta tu rostro con la sonrisa cansada, que a todos nos descansaba cuando nos daba en los ojos. Oye, Gabriela, las voces desde tu «bosque perfecto» damos la señal que diga que llega a ti nuestro acento, y repasa, tu que tanto sobre la tierra anduviste, ¡reposa y se haga radiante su risa aquella, tan triste! Descubre el cielo y descansa, pero, Gabriela ¡no olvides!
Robert William Service (January 16, 1874 – September 11, 1958) was a poet and writer who has often been called "the Bard of the Yukon". He was born in Preston, Lancashire, England and he is best known for his poems "The Shooting of Dan McGrew" and "The Cremation of Sam McGee", from his first book, Songs of a Sourdough (1907; also published as The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses).
Dulce María Loynaz Muñoz (La Habana, Cuba; 10 de diciembre de 1902-Ibidem; 27 de abril de 1997) fue una escritora cubana, considerada una de las principales figuras de la literatura cubana y universal. Obtuvo el Premio Miguel de Cervantes en 1992. Publicó sus primeros poemas en La Nación, en 1920, año en que también visitó los Estados Unidos. A partir de esa fecha realizó numerosos viajes por Norteamérica y casi toda Europa, incluyendo visitas a Turquía, Siria, Libia, Palestina y Egipto. Visitó México en 1937, varios países de Sudamérica entre 1946 y 1947 y las Islas Canarias en 1947 y 1951, donde fue declarada hija adoptiva.
Antonio Machado Ruiz (Sevilla, 26 de julio de 1875 – Colliure, Francia, 22 de febrero de 1939) fue un poeta español, miembro tardío de la Generación del 98 y uno de sus miembros más representativos. Su obra inicial suele inscribirse en el movimiento literario denominado Modernismo. Fue el segundo de cinco hermanos de una familia liberal; el mayor de ellos, Manuel, trabajó junto a Antonio en varias obras.
Extraviada entre las dudas punzantes por las verdades escritas sobre las crestas del mar, vengo a encontrar algún color de paz. Aqui os iré dejando los que sean mis poemas favoritos de otros autores... Benjamín Prado Mira cómo funciona el negocio de la desigualdad: para que sigan llenas algunas cajas fuertes, tiene que haber millones de neveras vacías. Santiago Cerro Ella no olvida que el sol le da la vida. La luna lo ama. Estefanía Cabello (Córdoba, 1993) Los hombres nunca entendieron mi preferencia por los bosques y el mar y empecinados comentaban sus victorias en voz alta, sus planes de futuro, la lista de todas las cosas que debía cambiar antes de que fuera demasiado tarde. Desde chiquita la naturaleza siempre ejerció un gran poder de atracción sobre mí (mucho más que el de esas personas que ejercían su opinión a voces). Enrique Gracia Trinidad (Madrid, 1950) No No hay bandera que valga un solo muerto No hay fe que se sujete con el crimen. No hay dios que se merezca un sacrificio. No hay patria que se gane con mentiras. No hay futuro que viva sobre el miedo. No hay progreso que exija la injusticia. No hay tradición que ampare la ignominia. No hay honor que se lave con la sangre. No hay razón que requiera la miseria. No hay paz que se alimente de venganza. No hay voz que justifique una mordaza. No hay justicia que llegue de una herida. No hay libertad que nazca en la vergüenza. Más info en https://linktr.ee/gracecristina
George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron FRS; 22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824), simply known as Lord Byron, was an English poet and peer. One of the leading figures of the Romantic movement, Byron is regarded as one of the greatest English poets. He remains widely read and influential. Among his best-known works are the lengthy narrative poems Don Juan and Childe Harold's Pilgrimage; many of his shorter lyrics in Hebrew Melodies also became popular. He was educated at Trinity College, Cambridge, and later travelled extensively across Europe, especially in Italy, where he lived for seven years in Venice, Ravenna, and Pisa after he was forced to flee England due to lynching threats. During his stay in Italy, he frequently visited his friend and fellow poet Percy Bysshe Shelley. Later in life Byron joined the Greek War of Independence fighting the Ottoman Empire and died leading a campaign during that war, for which Greeks revere him as a folk hero. He died in 1824 at the age of 36 from a fever contracted after the First and Second Sieges of Missolonghi.
John Prophet is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived reality. Prophet encourages (through the skeletal nature of his writings) the reader to focus on the individual meaning of each word, thus allowing its message to be front and center. Meaning that can be muted within sentences and paragraphs. This creates vividness otherwise hidden. The skeletal nature of his efforts also allows the reader to flesh out meaning based on the readers personal worldview. Thus, no two observers are reading the exact same creation.
Victor Hugo est un poète, dramaturge, prosateur et dessinateur romantique français, né à Besançon le 26 février 1802 (le 7 ventôse an X selon le calendrier républicain encore en vigueur) et mort le 22 mai 1885 à Paris. Il est considéré comme l’un des plus importants écrivains de langue française. Il est aussi une personnalité politique et un intellectuel engagé qui a joué un rôle majeur dans l’histoire du xixe siècle. Il occupe une place marquante dans l’histoire des lettres françaises au xixe siècle, dans des genres et des domaines d’une remarquable variété. Au théâtre, Victor Hugo se manifeste comme un des chefs de file du Romantisme français lorsqu'il expose sa théorie du drame romantique dans les préfaces qui introduisent Cromwell en 1827, puis Hernani en 1830 qui sont de véritables manifestes, puis par ses autres œuvres dramatiques : Ruy Blas en 1838, mais aussi Lucrèce Borgia et Le Roi s'amuse.
William Shakespeare (baptised 26 April 1564; died 23 April 1616) was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon". His surviving works, including some collaborations, consist of about 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and several other poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright. Authorship Around 230 years after Shakespeare’s death, doubts began to be expressed about the authorship of the works attributed to him. Proposed alternative candidates include Francis Bacon, Christopher Marlowe, and Edward de Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford. Several “group theories” have also been proposed. All but a few Shakespeare scholars and literary historians consider it a fringe theory, with only a small minority of academics who believe that there is reason to question the traditional attribution, but interest in the subject, particularly the Oxfordian theory of Shakespeare authorship, continues into the 21st century.
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José Ángel Buesa (Cienfuegos, Cuba 1910-Santo Domingo, República Dominicana, 1982) fue un poeta romántico con un claro tono de melancolía a través de toda su obra poética, que es primordialmente elegíaca. Se le ha llamado el “poeta enamorado”. Ha sido considerado como el más popular de los poetas en la Cuba de su época. Su popularidad se debía en gran parte a la claridad y profunda sensibilidad de su obra.
[b.] September 25, 1974, Tempe, AZ; [p.] Mr. Phil and Barbara K. Ransopher; [ed.] Bachelor of Arts in English (Language and Lit.); [occ.] library assistant, writer, editor; [memb.] Yahoo Groups: Appreciating Poetry (owner), Erotica Gallery (owner), Ex BBC Poetry Group (moderator), AATNAANPT (An All Totally New An All New Poetry Thread), Adult Amatuer (sic) Writers Emporium; [hon.] November 19, 2010 Poetic Skies Poem Of The Week (Her Love Has A Cold Wet Nose), May 15, 2015, First weekly winner for Fortune Poets group A Soldier's Fortune, 2015 Poet of the year for Fortune Poets; [pers.] I write what I see in my mind, what I feel in my heart, and what I know in my soul; [a.] Garland, TX
I am very passionate about writing especially poetry because it speaks to my soul. I'm looking forward to become a professional writer someday and get published. I want to share my writing talent worldwide and I won't stop until I do. While I'm here at "Poeticous". I would like to receive honest feedback on my writings, but I can see people don't really comment, they only view. So what's the point of Poet's like myself sharing our poetry? if no one is willing to comment. Also, they may like the poem but refuse to press the "like" button..........I just don't understand that!!!
Gloria Fuertes (Madrid, 28 de julio de 1917 – Madrid, 27 de noviembre de 1998) fue una poetisa española. Nació en Lavapiés, en la época, un modesto barrio del Madrid antiguo. Su madre era costurera y sirvienta; su padre, bedel. Poco se sabe de su vida familiar, a lo que ha contribuido que la escritora siempre guardara celosamente su intimidad. Se ha especulado sobre su homosexualidad, que aparecería sutilmente declarada en poemas como «Lo que me enerva», «Me siento abierta a todo», «A Jenny», etc. Dice Gloria Fuertes: Sale caro, señores, ser poeta. La gente va y se acuesta tan tranquila que después del trabajo da buen sueño−. Trabajo como esclavo llego a casa, me siento ante la mesa sin cocina, me pongo a meditar lo que sucede. La duda me acribilla todo espanta; comienzo a ser comida por las sombras las horas se me pasan sin bostezo el dormir se me asusta se me huye −escribiendo me da la madrugada−. Y luego los amigos me organizan recitales, a los que acudo y leo como tonta, y la gente no sabe de esto nada. Que me dejo la linfa en lo que escribo, me caigo de la rama de la rima asalto las trincheras de la angustia que nombran su héroe los fantasmas, me cuesta respirar cuando termino. Sale caro señores ser poeta.
Jacques Prévert est un poète, scénaristeet artiste français, né le 4 février 1900 à Neuilly-sur-Seine, et mort le 11 avril 1977 à Omonville-la-Petite (Manche). Auteur de recueils de poèmes, parmi lesquels Paroles (1946), il devint un poète populaire grâce à son langage familier et à ses jeux sur les mots. Ses poèmes sont depuis lors célèbres dans le monde francophone et massivement appris dans les écoles françaises. Il a écrit des sketchs et des chœurs parlés pour le théâtre, des chansons, des scénarios et des dialogues pour le cinéma où il est un des artisans du réalisme poétique. Il a également réalisé de nombreux collages à partir des années 1940.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (November 5, 1850– October 30, 1919) was an American author and poet. Her best-known work was Poems of Passion. Her most enduring work was “Solitude”, which contains the lines, “Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone”. Her autobiography, The Worlds and I, was published in 1918, a year before her death. Biography Ella Wheeler was born in 1850 on a farm in Johnstown, Wisconsin, east of Janesville, the youngest of four children. The family soon moved north of Madison. She started writing poetry at a very early age, and was well known as a poet in her own state by the time she graduated from high school. Her most famous poem, “Solitude”, was first published in the February 25, 1883 issue of The New York Sun. The inspiration for the poem came as she was travelling to attend the Governor’s inaugural ball in Madison, Wisconsin. On her way to the celebration, there was a young woman dressed in black sitting across the aisle from her. The woman was crying. Miss Wheeler sat next to her and sought to comfort her for the rest of the journey. When they arrived, the poet was so depressed that she could barely attend the scheduled festivities. As she looked at her own radiant face in the mirror, she suddenly recalled the sorrowful widow. It was at that moment that she wrote the opening lines of “Solitude”: Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth But has trouble enough of its own She sent the poem to the Sun and received $5 for her effort. It was collected in the book Poems of Passion shortly after in May 1883. In 1884, she married Robert Wilcox of Meriden, Connecticut, where the couple lived before moving to New York City and then to Granite Bay in the Short Beach section of Branford, Connecticut. The two homes they built on Long Island Sound, along with several cottages, became known as Bungalow Court, and they would hold gatherings there of literary and artistic friends. They had one child, a son, who died shortly after birth. Not long after their marriage, they both became interested in theosophy, new thought, and spiritualism. Early in their married life, Robert and Ella Wheeler Wilcox promised each other that whoever went first through death would return and communicate with the other. Robert Wilcox died in 1916, after over thirty years of marriage. She was overcome with grief, which became ever more intense as week after week went without any message from him. It was at this time that she went to California to see the Rosicrucian astrologer, Max Heindel, still seeking help in her sorrow, still unable to understand why she had no word from her Robert. She wrote of this meeting: In talking with Max Heindel, the leader of the Rosicrucian Philosophy in California, he made very clear to me the effect of intense grief. Mr. Heindel assured me that I would come in touch with the spirit of my husband when I learned to control my sorrow. I replied that it seemed strange to me that an omnipotent God could not send a flash of his light into a suffering soul to bring its conviction when most needed. Did you ever stand beside a clear pool of water, asked Mr. Heindel, and see the trees and skies repeated therein? And did you ever cast a stone into that pool and see it clouded and turmoiled, so it gave no reflection? Yet the skies and trees were waiting above to be reflected when the waters grew calm. So God and your husband’s spirit wait to show themselves to you when the turbulence of sorrow is quieted. Several months later, she composed a little mantra or affirmative prayer which she said over and over “I am the living witness: The dead live: And they speak through us and to us: And I am the voice that gives this glorious truth to the suffering world: I am ready, God: I am ready, Christ: I am ready, Robert.”. Wilcox made efforts to teach occult things to the world. Her works, filled with positive thinking, were popular in the New Thought Movement and by 1915 her booklet, What I Know About New Thought had a distribution of 50,000 copies, according to its publisher, Elizabeth Towne. The following statement expresses Wilcox’s unique blending of New Thought, Spiritualism, and a Theosophical belief in reincarnation: “As we think, act, and live here today, we built the structures of our homes in spirit realms after we leave earth, and we build karma for future lives, thousands of years to come, on this earth or other planets. Life will assume new dignity, and labor new interest for us, when we come to the knowledge that death is but a continuation of life and labor, in higher planes”. Her final words in her autobiography The Worlds and I: “From this mighty storehouse (of God, and the hierarchies of Spiritual Beings ) we may gather wisdom and knowledge, and receive light and power, as we pass through this preparatory room of earth, which is only one of the innumerable mansions in our Father’s house. Think on these things”. Ella Wheeler Wilcox died of cancer on October 30, 1919 in Short Beach. Poetry A popular poet rather than a literary poet, in her poems she expresses sentiments of cheer and optimism in plainly written, rhyming verse. Her world view is expressed in the title of her poem “Whatever Is—Is Best”, suggesting an echo of Alexander Pope’s “Whatever is, is right,” a concept formally articulated by Gottfried Leibniz and parodied by Voltaire’s character Doctor Pangloss in Candide. None of Wilcox’s works were included by F. O. Matthiessen in The Oxford Book of American Verse, but Hazel Felleman chose no fewer than fourteen of her poems for Best Loved Poems of the American People, while Martin Gardner selected “The Way Of The World” and “The Winds of Fate” for Best Remembered Poems. She is frequently cited in anthologies of bad poetry, such as The Stuffed Owl: An Anthology of Bad Verse and Very Bad Poetry. Sinclair Lewis indicates Babbitt’s lack of literary sophistication by having him refer to a piece of verse as “one of the classic poems, like 'If’ by Kipling, or Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s ‘The Man Worth While.’” The latter opens: It is easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows by like a song, But the man worth while is one who will smile, When everything goes dead wrong. Her most famous lines open her poem “Solitude”: Laugh and the world laughs with you, Weep, and you weep alone; The good old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. “The Winds of Fate” is a marvel of economy, far too short to summarize. In full: One ship drives east and another drives west With the selfsame winds that blow. ’Tis the set of the sails, And Not the gales, That tell us the way to go. Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate; As we voyage along through life, ’Tis the set of a soul That decides its goal, And not the calm or the strife. Ella Wheeler Wilcox cared about alleviating animal suffering, as can be seen from her poem, “Voice of the Voiceless”. It begins as follows: So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind Is all the sad world needs. I am the voice of the voiceless; Through me the dumb shall speak, Till the deaf world’s ear be made to hear The wrongs of the wordless weak. From street, from cage, and from kennel, From stable and zoo, the wail Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin Of the mighty against the frail.
Escribo para el no tiempo, para un presente sin ausentes donde todos comprenden la Cancion de la Luz ! Escribo para la Jerarquia que transformara la vida en la mas elevada consciencia. Escribo poemas que son puentes al Infinito. Escribo por que escribiendo vivo Escribo y cada palabra que escribo es un latido De mi corazón rendido al eterno Amor Escribo a sabiendas de que mucho de lo que Escribo no será bien comprendido Pero igual lo escribo Luis - Poesía Esotérica