English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian | Romanian

love poem

o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
faça exame de meus bracelets
poderíamos nós mas para saber
a noite era preta e drear
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
acima dos prados ricos com milho
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
como nivelar cai
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • The Economics of Piracy (the Real Kind, With Peglegs and Pieces of ... - New York Times Blogs
  • St. Aidan Cancer Support Group offers hope - Rhode Island Newspaper
  • 'Anathem' - Neal Stephenson takes lofty aim (San Francisco Chronicle)
  • Cross purposes - Guardian Unlimited
  • Palestinians bid farewell to their top poet (Roundup) - Monsters and Critics.com
  • Howard Jacobson: We get the war criminals we deserve - The Independent
  • Art performance devotes itself to female martyrs - Viet Nam News
  • Darwish: 'Identity and humanity' - BBC News
  • Prints At Studio Prices - New York Sun
  • Dostana music: Not Karan Johar's best - Rediff
  • Mr. Green's Circus - Belleville Intelligencer
  • Call for poetic structure - Examiner.com
  • All flood victims will be compensated: CM - Tribune
  • Want to Enjoy a Romantic Interlude: Visit Reesor Ranch - Lovetripper.com
  • Report: Taliban media network projects power, but also exposes militant weaknesses (AP via Yahoo! Singapore News)
 

Mortgage Quote

Florida Mortgage

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