The Divine Comedy describes Dante's journey through Hell (Inferno), Purgatory (Purgatorio), and Paradise (Paradiso), guided first by the Roman poet Virgil and then by Beatrice, the subject of his love and of another of his works, La Vita Nuova. While the vision of Hell, the Inferno, is vivid for modern readers, the theological niceties presented in the other books require a certain amount of patience and knowledge to appreciate. Purgatorio, the most lyrical and human of the three, also has the most poets in it; Paradiso, the most heavily theological, has the most beautiful and ecstatic mystic passages in which Dante tries to describe what he confesses he is unable to convey (e.g., when Dante looks into the face of God: "all'alta fantasia qui mancò possa" — "at this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe," Paradiso, XXXIII, 142). "IN the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray Gone from the path direct: and e'en to tell It were no easy task, how savage wild That forest, how robust and rough its growth, Which to remember only, my dismay Renews, in bitterness not far from death.." (Dante) IN the midway of this our mortal life,I found me in a gloomy wood, astrayGone from the path direct: and e'en to tellIt were no easy task, how savage wildThat forest, how robust and rough its growth,Which to remember only, my dismayRenews, in bitterness not far from death.Yet to discourse of what there good befell,All else will I relate discover'd there.How first I enter'd it I scarce can say,Such sleepy dullness in that instant weigh'dMy senses down, when the true path I left,But when a mountain's foot I reach'd, where clos'dThe valley, that had pierc'd my heart with dread,I look'd aloft, and saw his shoulders broadAlready vested with that planet's beam,Who leads all wanderers safe through every way. Then was a little respite to the fear,That in my heart's recesses deep had lain,All of that night, so pitifully pass'd:And as a man, with difficult short breath,Forespent with toiling, 'scap'd from sea to shore,Turns to the perilous wide waste, and standsAt gaze; e'en so my spirit, that yet fail'dStruggling with terror, turn'd to view the straits,That none hath pass'd and liv'd. My weary frameAfter short pause recomforted, againI journey'd on over that lonely steep,The hinder foot still firmer. Scarce the ascentBegan, when, lo! a panther, nimble, light,And cover'd with a speckled skin, appear'd,Nor, when it saw me, vanish'd, rather stroveTo check my onward going; that ofttimesWith purpose to retrace my steps I turn'd. ? ?About Dante: ? Durante degli Alighieri, simply referred to as Dante (1265–1321), was a major Italian poet of the Middle Ages. His Divine Comedy, originally called La Comedia and later called Divina by Boccaccio, is widely considered the greatest literary work composed in the Italian language and a masterpiece of world literature. In Italy he is known as il Sommo Poeta ("the Supreme Poet") or just il Poeta. He, Petrarch and Boccaccio are also known as "the three fountains" or "the three crowns". Dante is also called the "Father of the Italian language".

The girl had been an orphan from childhood, and Rowland Trowbridge had been almost as a father to her. Avice loved him and watched over him as a daughter; at least, that had been the case until lately. A few weeks since, Mr. Trowbridge had succumbed to the rather florid charms of Mrs. Black, his housekeeper, and told Avice he would marry her in a month. Though greatly surprised and not greatly pleased, Avice had accepted the situation and treated the housekeeper with the same pleasant courtesy she had always shown her. The two “got along” as the phrase is, though their natures were not in many ways congenial. Avice remained at the window till she saw at last Leslie Hoyt’s tall form approaching. She ran to open the door herself. “Oh, Judge Hoyt,” she cried, “Uncle hasn’t come yet! There must be something wrong! What can we do” THE MARK OF CAINBY CAROLYN WELLS AUTHOR OF “A CHAIN OF EVIDENCE,” “THE GOLD BAG,” “THE WHITE ALLEY,” ETC.WITH A FRONTISPIECE IN COLOR BY GAYLE HOSKINS

12 interviuri cu Ioan Es. Pop. Via?a ?i opera unuia dintre cei mai importan?i poe?i rom?ni ?n interviuri

Aceast? carte de interviuri, pe care le-am realizat ?n timp, reprezint?, pentru mine, portrete scrise ?i vorbite ale unor scriitori de valoare cu care am avut ?ansa s? m? ?nt?lnesc. Dar ele nu au numai o valoare literar?, ci ?i una afectiv?.

Йшов четвертий р?к св?тово? в?йни. Втомлений под?ями генерал-лейтенант рос?йсько? ?мператорсько? арм?? Павло Петрович Скоропадський, нащадок старовинно? старшинсько? фам?л??, ще не знав, що стане гетьманом незалежно? Укра?нсько? Держави. Епоха зм?н, яку самовбивчо наближали революц?онери вс?х мастей, перетворилася на апокал?псис, в?йну вс?х проти вс?х, але Скоропадському стало духу взяти на себе невдячну ношу державного буд?вництва. Спроба зак?нчилася ц?лковитим ? оч?куваним провалом, але окрем? починання гетьмана дотривали до наших дн?в: саме йому Укра?на завдячу?, наприклад, Академ??ю наук. У цих пронизливих спогадах постають буремн? роки революц?? ? громадянсько? в?йни та особиста драма Скоропадського, який за влучними словами Вячеслава Липинського, став укра?нцем, т?льки переставши бути гетьманом. Але, на жаль, було вже п?зно: Укра?ну охопив червоний морок з п?вноч?. Коментар? до видання п?дготували Георг?й Потульницький, Владлена Мара?ва. П?слямова — Ярослава Пеленського, ?горя Гирича та Георг?я Папак?на.

Bianca 255–256. (Jegygy?r? eladó, Nyitótánc)

Szívhang 438. (A hercegn?)

Romana kül?nszám 50. k?tet

Szívhang kül?nszám 34. k?tet

Arany Júlia 25. k?tet

Romana 488. (A leghálásabb szerep)

Szívhang 430. (Babát karácsonyra)

Az élet

Cserebogár úrfi a tengeren

Júlia 495. (Remény és megbocsátás)

Júlia 496. (Rabul ejtett szeret?)

Romana 486. (Végzetes szerelem)

Szívhang 428. (Rendkívüli ajánlat)

Knock out

„Bagdad, capitala devastat? a Irakului. ?i «Bagdad» – capitala unei combustii ontologice care pare a urm?ri, prin arheologia poeziei, ipostazierea întro stare de maxim? vulnerabilitate, splendoare ?i vinov??ie a acelor lucruri care sunt la limita vizibilit??ii, amalgamând realit??ile (sociale, istorice, existen?iale, memoriale etc.) întrun nod al autodemol?rilor ?i al infrarealit??ilor beligerante. Index de ecouri instinctive: tropismele lui Nathalie Sarraute ?i antiescapismul via Aktionsgruppe Banat. Iulia Modiga debuteaz? puternic ?i tran?ant, cu transfigur?ri germanice pe linie experimental?, cu rigoare lingvistic? ?i cu o atitudine imagistic? cu totul extrateritorial? în contextul actualelor poetici române?ti.“ (Liviu G. Stan) „Miar fi greu s? detectez motivele care au conduso pe Iulia Modiga spre poezie. Datele ei oficiale – doctorand? în sociologie, ma?tera unui site unionist ?i mama unui b?iat crescut frumos – nu l?sau loc b?nuielii c? Iulia ar avea ?i preocup?ri lirice. Uite îns? c? un sâmbure, ascuns bine pân? acum, a irumpt întrun volum de poezie care, sunt convins, va stârni interesul criticilor literari, pe care, îns?, îi desfid de pe acum dac? vor accesa tagul «poezie feminin?» ?i nu vor recunoa?te c? în «Bagdad» e poezie pur? ?i simpl?, scris? nu din ambi?ia de a încropi vreun manifest sau de a promova, în subsidiar, cine mai ?tie ce idei, ci din pl?cerea de a imagina ?i a formula tot cei trece prin minte Iuliei. Au f?cut vreodat? poe?ii altceva?“ (Dumitru B?di?a) „Poezia Iuliei Modiga din acest volum se na?te din nota?ii frânte ?i rapide, din înregistr?ri neutre ale unor st?ri acute de disperare ?i revolt?, din jocuri lingvistice, din ambiguit??i c?utate, din ciocnirea unei sensibilit??i exacerbate cu un cotidian agresiv, dintro luciditate sentimental? ie?it? din comun, din mici ilumin?ri personale, dar ?i din fel de fel de expresii scânteietoare memorabile, precum «u?ile se deschid în exterior»; «oameni în c?ma?? alb? de z?pad?»; «respir?m ca sub ap?»; «din cre?tet în t?lpi sârm? ghimpat?»; «deatunci ritmul cardiac î?i strânge genunchii la piept în slow motion/ precum troleele care trec pe bd. ?tefan cel Mare când efectueaz? o vizit? Merkel sau Biden»; «m? a?ez în praf întro prelungire de mesteac?n/ alt?dat? ai fi suflat ?i ar fi disp?rut tot». Dac? ar fi s?i caut un nume acestei poezii r?scolitoare, ia? spune c? e o poezie a a?tept?rii dup? ce nu mai ai niciun fel de a?tept?ri.“ (Dumitru Crudu) „Iulia Modiga scrie o poezie în care detaliile cotidiene primesc profiluri ferme, fundamentale, privind mereu spre un cel?lalt absent. Dar acest cel?lalt din volumul «Bagdad» este pentru poem o ocazie de a contura deopotriv? st?ri politice ?i personale. Uneori cel?lalt este poezia («copiii etnobotanici ?i masca?ii o conduc pe ultimul drum»), alteori cel?lalt este partenerul unei plastice discu?ii despre putere ?i istorie (unde «pe?ti?orii înoat? cu ciocane s? sparg?», iar «Bruce Lee plânge pentru c? ?i regii plâng câteodat?»). Versurile Iuliei nu cunosc ambiguitatea: «m?car am crescut un câine/ care nu te cunoa?te/ care tear sfâ?ia/ la o simpl? comand?». Reu?ita cea mai de seam? în «Bagdad» ?ine de claritatea cu care este decupat un spa?iu personal între atâtea detalii care au preten?ia c? sunt mai importante decât noi. ?i, de acolo, poezia Iuliei Modiga organizeaz? ap?rarea f?r? s? cedeze.“ (R?zvan ?upa)

Paul Arva schi?eaz? fr?nturi dintr-un prezent-trecut ale c?rui grani?e imaginare se ?ntrep?trund cu cele ale realului. Amintirile ies la lumin? dintr-un subteran ad?nc (o ?min?“) sub forma unor poeme ?n proz? scrise cu sinceritate ?i sensibilitate.