English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

poetry in motion

era uma oysterman novo alto
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
assim perdido
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
na terra silenciosa
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
pela ponte rude
eu sei não onde
perguntam-me onde eu estive
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
os corredores de mármore resounding longos

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Holocaust Remembrance concert builds musical bridges over time - Seattle Times
  • Album: T Bone Burnett, Tooth of Crime (Nonesuch) - Independent
  • Zimbabwe: Nyanga Arts Festival Opens - AllAfrica.com
  • Obama mentor: 'Smash on, victory-eating Red Army' - WorldNetDaily
  • Discover Ireland's Wonderful West - PGA Tour
  • market research, - CNET News
  • GO: A fortunate coincidence - Standard Freeholder
  • War informs, enlightens work of visiting poet - Grand Junction Free Press
  • MA Jinnah’s better half - Etalaat
  • A California US Open: Golfers Knockin' on the Golden Door - Cybergolf National
  • The Doric Column - Aberdeen Press and Journal
  • Pump up the Jam - College Times
  • Gang's turf is secure - Chicago Tribune
  • Love and strife under the stars - Charlotte Observer
  • Independent Reader: Hummingbirds, heists and lost loves - Independent News Online
 

Mortgage Quotes

Home 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