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

thanksgiving poem

mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
he visto las estrellas más orgullosas
se levantó y el ámbar era la puesta del sol en el río
como vela blanca
hay un país por completo del vino
ese compañero extraño vino en mezclar pies
porqué lo haga
las verdades tremendas éstos sean
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
un pensamiento dulce solemne
compuesto de loveliness solamente
ahora que me he refrescado a usted

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • On the Block (The Block Island Times)
  • Mad Men - Chicago Tribune
  • UNH Celebrity Series presents Takács Quartet - Foster's Daily Democrat
  • Sound of the city (Evening Standard)
  • Mat-Su community datebook (11/12/08) - Anchorage Daily News (subscription)
  • Art Garfunkel gets a head start on 2009 - LiveDaily
  • Waxing philosophical - Paris Post-Intelligencer
  • Daniel Edmund Williams book collection donated to library - Offaly Express
  • 'The Exiles' worth the wait at Detroit Film Theatre - Detroit Free Press
  • 1-25 of 210 results - Seattle Weekly
  • Hopes, fears and the way ahead from man with toughest job in ... - Times Online
  • Seniors begin final lap (Berkshire Eagle)
  • DVD - Otto; or Up With Dead People - Same Same
  • Active Interest Media, Inc. Acquires Yellowstone Journal Corporation - PR Newswire
  • Theater Minis - Washington Times
 

Refinancing today can save you big bucks!

Get your Online Degree today!

December 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