English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian | Romanian

mother daughter poem

cuál era él los motores dichos
he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
venido abajo en el amanecer de las colinas windless
se van los tres, esas hermanas raras
estrella-polvo y luz vaporosa
debajo de la luna de la cosecha
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
y cómo podría usted sueño de la reunión
el prado se arrastraba
no del mundo ancho del conjunto

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Sign up for - Salt Lake City Weekly
  • Election news in the Carolinas - CharlotteObserver.com
  • Third annual Local Author’s Night takes place Monday in Mayodan (Danville Register & Bee)
  • West Richland teen memorizes the Quran (Tri-City Herald)
  • Holy scribe (AUDIO) - GoErie.com
  • IMNZ Independent Album Chart July 2008 (Scoop.co.nz)
  • Adding new substance to historical discourse - The Daily Star
  • The Pathetic Monster - OpEdNews
  • Slam poet takes center stage - Quinnipiac Chronicle (subscription)
  • Merced student remembers history as she marches into her future at ... - Merced Sun-Star
  • Glen Dimplex New Writers Awards 2008 Shortlist Announcement - Booktrade.info
  • She Relishes Covers, Arias and ’70s R&B - New York Times
  • Too much information? Music criticism in the Digital Age - MinnPost.com
  • Harrah's Corporation Sued for Racial Discrimination (PR Newswire via Yahoo! Finance)
  • UA poets to celebrate new books (Arizona Daily Star)
 

Mortgage Quotes

Florida Mortgage

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