English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

fall poem

minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
eu encho este copo
arched a inundação
uma vez este turf macio
traga-me a canção macia
para a verdade, para o amor
composto do loveliness sozinho
os arcos da ponte vermelha
para então without
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Arabic festival all set to be a highlight of culture year - Liverpool Echo
  • JUVENILE JUSTICE SYSTEM: Report Finds Racial Disparities in the ... - Washington Post
  • Monsoon memories - Daily Pioneer
  • Baird joining 'Idol' on Waltham stage - Gloucester Daily Times
  • Poet Al Young to receive Cody Award (San Francisco Chronicle)
  • City’s downtown to come ‘alive with creativity’ - Republican & Herald
  • Junior legend of 2008 - Tenterfield Star
  • Man of verse finds spotlight a curse - Toronto Star
  • Wordsmiths Books’ One-Year Blowout - AccessAtlanta
  • Twombly Swirls Create One of Tate's Best Shows: Martin Gayford - Bloomberg
  • Fram festival fast approaching - Evening Star
  • Carver Elementary teacher retires after 36 years - MiamiHerald.com
  • Vilhelm Hammershøi: her indoors - Telegraph.co.uk
  • C ommu nity ca len da r - Arizona Daily Star
  • Battle of the wordsmiths - This is Dorset
 

Should you Refinance?

Florida 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