English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

sad death poem

je les ai entendus la nuit
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
je remplis cette tasse
de nos endroits cachés
le long des banques
peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • LISTINGS: 7 Days and 7 Nights (Gay City News)
  • Conservative commentary: Coming home to the Grand Old Party - Steamboat Pilot & Today
  • Pupil hopes to save the rainforests through poetry - This is South Cotswolds
  • 'Happy in a foreign world' - BBC UK News
  • Author Anne Thomas at the Sedona Library on Apr 25 - Sedona.biz
  • Academic Advocate - Sun-Journal
  • Poet Brad Davis In Essex - Hartford Courant
  • Sunflower musicians play Mozart arias tonight - Topeka Capitol-Journal
  • Painting with commitment - Calcutta Telegraph
  • MAS Youth 'Voices for Change' Concert Tour Brings Positive Music and ... - Market Wire
  • Move Over, George and Martha — Stitching's Stu and Abby Get US ... - Playbill.com
  • Japan takes to the ring for poetry boxing - Daily Telegraph
  • Profile: Fouad Siniora (BBC News)
  • A Necklace of Raindrops - Financial Times
  • 2008 Spring Reading Series is open to the public - The Rolla Daily News
 

Mortgage Refinancing

California Mortgage

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