English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian | Romanian

death poem

my sorrow, when she's here with me
it was the autumn of the year
i am dying
under dusky laurel leaf
and how could you dream of meeting
therefore i may not
my son is dead and i am going blind
i burn no incense
if it
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
all within and all without me
the air is like a butterfly


Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Luciano Prisco – New Works, Poems from Christopher Barnett: Mark Roberts on Christopher Barnett, Poetry and Collaboration.
  • Gothic Poetry
  • Be there Saturday for taste of Old West, or at least how it should have been
  • Kendall Jenner Surprises Kylie With Fireworks for 19th Birthday
  • New Yorkers vent post-election stress by covering subway with inspirational notes
  • An introduction to iconoclastic beat poet John Giorno
  • ‘Come Shining’ remembers C.D. Wright’s poetic legacy
  • Harry's babe Ellie Goulding owes hit Halycon to Fifty Shades of Grey - Daily Star
  • BEYOND WORDS (An Original Poem)
  • Black Ink is the area's first African-American book festival
  • 5 contemporary books from Pakistan
  • DiverCity returns to Lilongwe
  • Poetry as Protest and Sanctuary: Jane Hirshfield’s Magnificent Poem Against the Silencing of Science and the Assault on Nature
  • Panelo’s birthday wish for De Lima: a sound sleep
  • Badger Clark 2017 entertainment

Poetry | Contact Us | Educational Resources | Privacy

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

www.endlesspoetry.com ©Copyright 2004 - 2010 Michael VanDeMar All Rights Reserved