English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

poem and quote

in new york harbor
long ago, in the young moonlight
we break the glass whose sacred wine
and so it goes
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
among the mountains i wandered
i bid them all farewell
i said, i have shut my heart

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Art.view Back to back - Economist
  • Junior Creative Poetry Contest: Here, everyone is well versed (The Salt Lake Tribune)
  • It's Not My Party - Boston Globe
  • From Calumet Township to rural France and back - Gary Post Tribune
  • The rainy relationship beween owners and fans in Seattle - ESPN
  • Island Poet Takes Us Under Water (The Lakeland Ledger)
  • Internet Scams Lurk Everywhere - World Student Press Agency
  • A step ahead of cancer - Indianapolis Star
  • First Novel at 93 - ITNews
  • Hometown homage - guardian.co.uk
  • art Till April 30 at Akar Prakar, P 238 Hindustan Park, #2464 2617; 2 pm - 7 pm: (The Telegraph)
  • Poet Laureate to appear in Bath - Gloucestershire Gazette
  • From Coors to Corona to Yuengling -- everything you wanted to know ... - Cleveland Plain Dealer
  • WALT WHITMAN (DVD) - Film Threat
  • Greece's Delphi retains the power to inspire - MiamiHerald.com
 

Mortgage Refinance

Florida Mortgage

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