English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

footprint poem

agora quando meus bordos viverem
receoso não mais, eu digo
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
tempestade
eu sou fevered
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
sob a folha dusky do laurel
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
pela ponte rude

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Obsessed, from cover to cover - Globe and Mail
  • Local man wants state's birthday recognized at fair - St. James Plaindealer
  • My Winnipeg - New York Press
  • Prevailing perceptions of Muslims - Hindu
  • Robin's world's greatest (Mega Star)
  • Beer-Tossing Antics with the Hold Steady - Village Voice
  • Raw poetry: Patti Smith at 61 (The Standard-Times)
  • Outskirts Press Announces To God Be the Glory, the Latest Highly ... - PR.com
  • Appetite for learning shapes seniors' life - The Daily Yomiuri
  • Rochester graduates accomplish much, hear cheers - Democrat and Chronicle
  • Cambridge students examined on Amy Winehouse song - Canada.com
  • ‘Harold & Kumar’ review: Dudes, you overstuffed the bong (Portsmouth Herald)
  • Punk rocker Exene explores a creative space in Missouri - Columbia Daily Tribune
  • Culture – Stavanger-style - Aberdeen Press and Journal
  • Music in the Park to start (The Belleville View)
 

Mortgage Refinance

California Mortgages

November 2007 Mortgage News

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