English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

mother poem

dove io trovili
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
per coprire il pensiero ardente
ho conosciuto il silenzio delle stelle e del mare
mi chiedono dove sono stato
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
buona donna
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
morbidamente piangendo
la neve bisbiglia circa me
non sia falso
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • MUSEUM OF SCOTLAND'S NEW GALLERY - 100 YEARS OF NATIONAL HISTORY - 24 Hour Museum
  • Valerie A. Bump Inducted into Cambridge Who's Who Executive ... - 24-7PressRelease.com
  • Cortese wins Columbia 300 scholarship (InsideNoVa.com)
  • On the bookshelf - Fosters Daily Democrat
  • 'My brother and I loved it when the Old Man returned home legless' - The Observer
  • This week's comedy - AZ Central.com
  • Remembrance season ends on a superb note - Seattle Post Intelligencer
  • FR native featured at Portuguese-American poetry reading - Herald News
  • Speaking Volumes: Fathers and sons (The Star-Ledger)
  • School notes - News Sun
  • Film Review: ‘Mongol’ brims with blood, but gets to the heart of ... - U-Wire.com
  • Library to host TeenSpace program, gaming tournament - Journal Times
  • Xpress Reviews—First Look at New Books - Library Journal
  • 21 Ways To Eradicate Campiness From Science Fiction - io9
  • Who says there's no poetry in a game? (The Japan Times)
 

Mortgage Refinancing

Home 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