English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

autumn poem

você ouve a chuva?
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
eu estou cantando-lhe
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
antes do saint de bronze solemn
e ainda andaram sobre
uma pena do aço
se eu for muito certo

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Car-Free Day festivities down on Denman - Georgia Straight
  • Metallica's James Hetfield uses an iPhone when songwriting - MusicRadar.com - The place for music makers
  • Write On! (The Lakeland Ledger)
  • Forage / The Shovel / Subway Under Byzantium - Georgia Straight
  • No plea from NH child-sex fugitive on FBI's most-wanted list (Boston Globe)
  • Poet Marie Howe's reading on Wednesday canceled - Democrat and Chronicle
  • Amiri Baraka launches Spoken Word & Hip Hop Educator’s Institute ... - Isthmus
  • 10 p.m. Sundays - San Francisco Gate
  • Review: David Tennant’s Hamlet - expressandstar.com
  • Writer to Give Reading at Birmingham Borders - RedOrbit
  • Al Jazeera at No 1 Ladies Opera House - Mmegi Online
  • Check it out: Books to cure the summer blues - Lincoln Journal Star
  • India Mood for Love - Wave Magazine
  • Hearts of Texas - People
  • The Market, Part 1 (Ludwig von Mises Institute)
 

Refinance your Mortgage today and save!

Home Mortgages

Mortgage News Archives

Poetry | Home | Contact Us | Educational Resources | Vote For This Poem | Visitor Favorites

Summer School Help Beginner Math Physics Primer Chemistry Primer Intro Psychology English Primer
Intro Grammar Beginner Writing American History American Civil War Intro Biology Composition Help


Check out El-Grande Web Directory today!


www.endlesspoetry.com ©Copyright 2004 - 2007 Michael VanDeMar All Rights Reserved