English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

sad death poem

em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
agora quando meus bordos viverem
caído assim
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
no porto de york novo
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
quem ama a chuva
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Scott Griffin, the founder of the influential Griffin Poetry Prize ... - CBC News
  • String quartet performs New College compositions - Sarasota Herald-Tribune
  • Paperback: Tennis Whites and Teacakes, by John Betjeman (Independent)
  • Students win national championship awards (The Daily Sentinel)
  • Rock on, in Malayalam... - Livemint.com
  • Go! (Salem Statesman Journal)
  • Carver Elementary teacher retires after 36 years - MiamiHerald.com
  • A joyless marriage ends - Hindu Business Line
  • Author has Frost down cold in novelized biography - Daily Press
  • Briefs, June 11 - Times Record News
  • Potty patrol: We review the best restrooms on the Cleveland nightlife scene (The Plain Dealer)
  • REVIEW: 'Patience' pleasing to theatergoers of all types (Ralston Recorder)
  • Religion Calendar: 05/31/2008 (Traverse City Record-Eagle)
  • The young library: Haiku and gentle fun - Sacramento Bee
  • 1958: The War of the Intellectuals (New York Times)
 

Refinancing today can save you big bucks!

Home 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