najomileni pisateli/knigi(best writers/books)

Pisite nam o vasim omiljenim piscima, zanrovima, knjigama, bajkama

Sega za sega pisateli, K.S. Luis, Herman Hese, Jack London, Emily Bronte, Sylvia Plath, Irvin Sho? nezna dali ovaka se pisuvase i drugi koi znam deka ke mi se dopadnat samo uste ne sum gi cital, knigi Narnia, Poor rich, Jack London, Demian, Wuthering Heights, Zlostorstvo i kazna ... zanrovi, fantasy voglavno, drami ama ne standardni ljubovni glupi drami, tuku psihodelicni ako mozam da gi kazam, Filozofski daaaa filozofski prepolni so misli ama ubavo sklopeni i to mislam deka e toa...

Dardemore wrote:Sega za sega pisateli, K.S. Luis, Herman Hese, Jack London, Emily Bronte, Sylvia Plath, Irvin Sho? nezna dali ovaka se pisuvase i drugi koi znam deka ke mi se dopadnat samo uste ne sum gi cital, knigi Narnia, Poor rich, Jack London, Demian, Wuthering Heights, Zlostorstvo i kazna ... zanrovi, fantasy voglavno, drami ama ne standardni ljubovni glupi drami, tuku psihodelicni ako mozam da gi kazam, Filozofski daaaa filozofski prepolni so misli ama ubavo sklopeni i to mislam deka e toa...

C.S.Lewis...taka se pisuva i Irvin Shaw (mislam)

moji omiljeni pisci: C.S.Lewis, Emily Bronte, Jane Austin, Dostojevski (ali ne sve knjige), Edgar Allan Poe, Herman Hesse (Demian i Stepski vuk), Dinko Šimunović, A.G.Matoš, Ursula Le Guin (jedna SF prica al se ne mogu sjetiti kako se zvala, damn), braća Grimm...
inace, najdrazi stilovi u knjizevnosti su mi: fantastika (al ne klasicna, vec nesto kao Slavko Janevski i ekipa), bajke, mitovi, romani iz 19.stoljeca, horor i psiholoske knjige sa cudnim zavrsetcima (kao The turn of the screw od Henry Jamesa) itd.

Edgar Allan Poe kako mozev da zaboravam damn

William Butler Yeats

http://www.online-literature.com/yeats/
nema da pisuvam sega negova biografija, kogo go interesira, ima gore link pa neka cita, mnogu dobar poet od koj za zal nemam citano mnogu pesni, ama, ovaa pesna sto tuka ke ja stavam, navistina vredi (ako go gledavte filmot Artificial inteligence-AI mozda ke vi tekne deka go imase stihovite i tamu)

The stolen child (W.B.Yeats)

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of the reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

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