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

teen poem

we who stood
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
my son is dead and i am going blind
two rows of cabbages
when you come tonight
my soul is a dark ploughed field
do not turn your head
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
in mournful numbers
listen

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Spalding’s Fest of Contemporary Writing features YA novelist Kwame Alexander
  • Goldman Prize winner Quentin Russell to share his love of poetry with area students
  • In praise of Alejandro Jodorowsky’s Endless Poetry
  • Small Surprises, Deep Intimacies: Poets Kim Garcia, Frannie Lindsay, and Carla Schwartz
  • Top Things to Do This Weekend: Nov 3–6
  • Terry Aycock Pens GOD ONLY KNOWS
  • Inside a support group for Santa Rosa County's authors and poets
  • A Week in RTÉ Culture: Poetry, painting & first confessions
  • Area library news
  • Ray Clark Dickson, SLO County’s first poet laureate, dead at 97
  • Going Out Guide for the District, Feb. 9-15, 2017
  • INTERVIEW WITH CLARE L. MARTIN with Susan Tepper
  • Ledbury festival celebrates its international appeal
  • To Aspiring Poets
  • D.C. students compete in annual slam poetry competition

Poetry | Contact Us | Educational Resources | Privacy

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

www.endlesspoetry.com ©Copyright 2004 - 2010 Michael VanDeMar All Rights Reserved