English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

spanish poem

when the hours of day are numbered
see i give myself to you
under the harvest moon
which i wish to remark
two rows of cabbages
do not grieve that it is over
so lost
she knows a cheap release
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
i reside at table mountain
once this soft turf
the darkness
it tells of good old times
i hold your heart

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Elders Impress With Their Athletic Skills - MyFox Washington DC
  • Prince turns to print - New Zealand Herald
  • 21st Tehran Int'l Book Fair billed a success - IranMania News
  • Ghana: Alhaji And Alhaji On Dr Amoako-Tuffour Part 2 (AllAfrica.com)
  • Book review: 'The Romantics' - International Herald Tribune
  • Iran native brings the world's spices to New York's top restaurants - PR-Inside.com (Pressemitteilung)
  • Newspaper and Magazine - Fort Lauderdale Sun-Sentinel
  • 'Beheading' poet wins conviction appeal - News.com.au
  • Arabisation hobbles Syrian professionals - The National
  • Diversions for June 26, 2008 - Henderson Gleaner
  • Community Calendar - April 20-26, 2008 - Budgeteer
  • Out & About in York this week - Portsmouth Herald News
  • Poet will read from inspirational collection - SunJournal.com (subscription)
  • He's at World Cafe Sunday. - Philadelphia Inquirer
  • A "Curfew" worth breakin' - MLive.com
 

Thinking about Refinancing Mortgage?

Second Mortgages

Mortgage News Archives

Poetry | 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