English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

birthday poem

it was many and many a year ago
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
i had a dream and i awoke with it
tell me less or tell me more
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
the air is full of dawn and spring
love me at last, or if you will not
calm as that second summer
he came and took me by the hand
the stars fell from heaven
if i had known how narrow a prison is love

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Library sets challenge for overdue books - Manawatu Standard
  • Local arts (The Iowa City Press-Citizen)
  • 'So true, so intimate' - guardian.co.uk
  • Alt Text: The Sci-Fi Rejection Letter That Time Forgot (Wired News)
  • Mamma Mia: the winner takes it all - NEWS.com.au
  • Getting a jump on summer music - The Gazette (Montreal)
  • Wine film sweet, familiar with just a hint of poetry - Edmonton Journal
  • Remembrance of flings past (Guardian Unlimited)
  • Footnote (New York Times)
  • McGuinty defends Ont. tax credits for racy film; politicians are not ... - Jam! Showbiz
  • Back to our roots - PSU Collegio (subscription)
  • Kenya: On poetry slam in Nairobi - Global Voices Online.org
  • Take a Look into the Complicated Life of a Straightforward Author ... - PR.com (press release)
  • Feehan grad tells of humanitarian work in Zimbabwe - Attleboro Sun Chronicle
  • Emotion and law - Hindu
 

Get better Mortgage Rates today and save!

Home Mortgages

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