English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

sorry poem

my true love from her pillow rose
and still they walked on
skies they were ashen and sober
as i lie roofed in, screened in
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
i had over-prepared the event
to come so soon to this imagined dark
above them all, looking down
my son is dead and i am going blind

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Featured Book Review: A Painted Field by Robin Robertson - Monsters and Critics.com
  • Leonard Cohen performs for rapturous T.O. crowd (CTV Toronto)
  • Rendering of Sufi poetry at PU - The Post
  • 'Laugh-In' comic Dick Martin dead at 86 - CNN
  • PEN Canada in Association with the Art for Real Change Collective ... - Canada NewsWire (press release)
  • North Charleston gets artsy - Charleston Post Courier
  • Revive the Broadway Market - Buffalo News
  • MURAQQA: Imperial Mughal Albums - HULIQ.com
  • Young displays different themes with laughter in 'Dying for Her sins' - Pacific Index
  • Scots literary ‘renaissance man’ Angus Calder dies of lung cancer - The Herald
  • Posted by Alexandra Stevenson - ESPN.com
  • How Arsenic and Old Lace got its name - Telegraph.co.uk
  • Tuesday Happy trails (The Nashua Telegraph)
  • Weaver wins Pushcart for poem 'American Income' - Somerville Journal
  • The Darkness Of This House Has Got The Best Of Us (Wiscasset Newspaper)
 

Looking into a Refinance?

California 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