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

math poem

mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
doux comme lit dans la terre
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
le merriment sans fin et idiot des étoiles
les jours mélancoliques sont venus
certains des maux que vous avez traités
plantons
ne soyez pas faux
au-dessus du fleuve, sur la colline
trois jours je les ai entendus s'affliger quand je m'étends complètement
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
dans votre vol
une ombre grise mince sur le bord de la pensée

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Matthiessen wins National Book Award fiction prize - Citizen
  • Celebrity power meets philanthropy - Ninemsn
  • Runner-up: Boomtown (Rocky Mountain News)
  • Saskatchewan Book Awards nominees announced - Regina Leader-Post
  • Recapping the Emmys (The Star-Ledger)
  • Poetry needs to be read aloud, says Motion - Guardian Unlimited
  • Suze Orman Will Now Take Your Money Questions - New York Times Blogs
  • Letters pages will never be the same - Reading Evening Post
  • Roy J. Nirschel: Kerouac’s boyish wonder - Providence Journal
  • Day of the Dead celebrated at Shasta College - Record Searchlight
  • Travis Barker released from L.A. burn centre (CBC)
  • Judith Wachs, 70; brought new life to Sephardic music - Boston Globe
  • Pupils play with words - Northumberland Gazette
  • Sharing their way with words (Abilene Reporter-News)
  • Flash of silver and they’re gone - Busselton Dunsborough Mail
 

Refinancing today can save you big bucks!

Get your Online Degrees today!

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