English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

grandmother poem

não se aflija que sobre
eu penso d esplêndido justo
algum queixou-se ao mestre
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
do assoalho ao teto
eu sou fevered
sol e vento e batida do mar
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
gloom
caído assim

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • “Ashes in Midair†(Style Weekly)
  • Yeats family prove poetry in motion at Meadowbank (The Scotsman: Sport)
  • BEYOND RACE & GENRE - Monterey County Herald
  • Thousands turn up for Sipah-e-Sahaba gathering - Daily Times
  • Religion as love story: Ward ‘08’s thesis blends poetry, film - Dartmouth
  • A look at the best books for fall - ScrippsNews
  • Poets will spin their magic at Blue Bridge Festival - Georgina Advocate
  • New second in command is ISU's highest-ranked woman ever - Pantagraph
  • What Is Won’t Be! - indiainteracts.com
  • Life of famous Lebanese poet celebrated in London (Middle East Online)
  • Cold feet at the gates of Hades - Daily Telegraph
  • Jakob Dylan comes into his own - Worcester Telegram
  • Saved by poetry - Malaysia Star
  • 'Welcome Home Project' honors returning vets - Ashland Daily Tidings
  • 'Palace Council' by Stephen L. Carter: Secrets are murder in this ... - Dallas Morning News
 

Get a better Mortgage Rate today and save!

Get your Online Degrees today!

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