English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

daughter poem

i saw the clouds among the hills
up from the south at break of day
in new york harbor
be not false
with lips blood red and heart of stone
happiness
stuff of the moon
sleep, gray brother of death
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
when night drifts along the streets of the city
within my hand i hold
i am dying
before the solemn bronze saint
glass-blower of time

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Martian Child
  • T Q&A (Tucson Weekly)
  • First anniversary for poetry lovers' night - Wrexham Leader
  • "A Blue Hand: The Beats in India" - Niagara Falls Review
  • Two Virginia poets share prize (Richmond Times-Dispatch)
  • Long trip to Poet's Grove; Stevens loves the Texas heritage
  • 'Bac Attack,' the first massively-micro game, wins Game Design Challenge (CNET)
  • An evening of poetry and performance on April 21 at 6:00 PM - Seton Hall University News & Events
  • Taking poetry to the next level (Ionia Sentinel-Standard)
  • Stellar casting brightens Ferguson play - Montreal Gazette
  • The highest water-mark of ‘elitist crud’ (Yale Daily News)
  • Back Then
  • Putting the Obama Speech Story in a Biden Context
  • initial artists named for Camden Crawl - eFestivals.co.uk
  • Wanda's Picks (San Francisco Bay View)
 

Mortgage Refinance

Home Mortgages

December 2007 Mortgage News

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