English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

gothic poetry

quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
i poets dicono a
senza sosta
movimento del vostro corpo è come musica
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
in tutte le cose non parlate di
non prego per pace
sopra il fiume beckon a me
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
dove io trovili
fate sentirsi

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • book rack - Deccan Herald
  • Hebron Art and Book Exhibition: A Window for Freedom and Culture - Alternative Information Center (AIC)
  • Habib Tanvir talks to NEHA DIXIT about adolescent pranks, women ... - Tehelka
  • Live - Champions League final build-up (BBC News)
  • Datebook for May 1 - Craig Daily Press
  • The Lovely Bones: Poems of the Late T'ang (The New York Sun)
  • Houston County Teacher Honored - 13wmaz
  • Another Wooden masterpiece unveiled (Los Angeles Daily News)
  • Library presents 2008 Author Series - Midland Mirror
  • Behind the scenes and beyond the speeches at the Tonys (Chicago Sun-Times)
  • 'Hittin' the Town' for July 7 - 13, 2008 - New Orleans Times-Picayune Blogs
  • Kelso grad self-publishes memoir of rise from rock-bottom - Longview Daily News
  • Buddhism and its place in Tibetan protests - IBN LIve
  • Voice of the people - guardian.co.uk
  • Modest proposal, and recommendations - Arts Journal
 

Is Refinancing right for you?

Second 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