English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

poem

risiedo alla montagna della tabella
ancora tredici anni
lucida l'ultima età, il seguente con speranza è visto
ho fatto una volta soltanto un voto, uno
dolce e forte
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
la nerezza
rose ed oro
non sia arrabbiato con me
non sia falso
sopra loro tutte, osservando giù
nel porto di nuovo York
l'aria è come una farfalla
buona donna

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Woodstock, N.Y.: Where to go, dine, what to do - Newsday
  • Rise and fall of boxing champion Michael Nunn - DesMoinesRegister.com
  • A&L Events Calender - Gateway
  • Speaking Shakespeare - Arts Journal
  • Summer is for fun (Shirley Oracle)
  • British surrealism's greatest hoard, hidden in retired GP's house - Guardian Unlimited
  • Devotion to the Strange: Jonathan Williams and the Small Press - Bookslut
  • Mourning Becomes Her: "Electra," at Lincoln Park through July 13 - River Cities Reader
  • THE OTHER QUEEN (Kirkus Reviews)
  • Longtime letter-writer dies - Albany Democrat Herald
  • 'I don't make things easy' (Guardian Unlimited)
  • Pioneer Marian McPartland closing in on 90 - Hartford Courant
  • Raise a glass to the pub capital of the UK - Liverpool Echo
  • No Parking Anytime: Cottages house writers' aspirations - Seattle Post Intelligencer
  • See Profile - Huffingtonpost.com
 

Should you Refinance?

Get your Online Degrees today!

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