English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

son poem

aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
regarder là-bas
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
exister de cygne
treize ans toujours
quand absence de sa taille de montagne
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
dans la sphère
le soleil et vent et battement de mer

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Anne d’Harnoncourt dies - Philadelphia Inquirer
  • Community Calendar July 16 to 22 - Atascadero News
  • Six Degrees of Separation? - Bi-College News
  • Simon Hoggart's week: The poetry of death (Guardian Unlimited)
  • Robert Macfarlane's 'The Wild Places' (International Herald Tribune)
  • Inanimate Alice Integrates Narrative Form of a Book with Digital Art to Tell a Story (Art Daily)
  • Obama should emulate FDR - New York Daily News
  • Second Saturday: Neglect drives hard lesson home (The Burlington Free Press)
  • Not everyone jumps for joy about new children's park - San Diego Union-Tribune
  • Dick Martin Of 'Laugh-In' Fame Dies (KSAT San Antonio)
  • Awards soldier's legacy (The Republican)
  • Classic Ann Landers - Creators Syndicate
  • Daily Voice « - Village Voice
  • Memorable speech: An interview with David Yezzi - Enter Stage Right
  • Reversing the Tide: Professor Gives Due to Self-Taught Poets - Illinois Wesleyan University
 

Get a Home Equity Loan today and save!

Home Mortgages

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