English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

lyric poem

beside a stricken field
which keeps
with the sunset
my soul is a dark ploughed field
for then without
the poets tell
those black eyes i once so praised
gone are the three, those sisters rare
white foam flower, red flame flower
i am in love with high far-seeing places
as it

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Electric Picnic: past to present - Irish Independent
  • Jay Bookman - Atlanta Journal Constitution
  • Bits and Pieces Brought Together: Ashbery and Naves (The New York Sun)
  • Adele Stan: Time to Make Art (HuffingtonPost)
  • Alexander McCall Smith: from Botswana to Corduroy Mansions, Pimlico - Telegraph.co.uk
  • Amanda Palmer Who Killed Amanda Palmer - PopMatters
  • Comments are listed in order posted - Austin Chronicle
  • Love-triangle slaying: McLean, guilty of lesser charge, to seek ... - Knoxville News Sentinel
  • Rob Hughes: Carribean Conundrum - Scotland on Sunday Online
  • Meet a living relic of bohemian New Orleans - South Coast Today
  • Weaving together bodies and words - Tonight South Africa
  • DJ samples sights, sounds of Antarctica - Rocky Mountain News
  • Good Morning! (KWTX-TV Waco)
  • Books: A poet's portrait of Keats (Post-Bulletin)
  • Even After a War With Russia, Many Georgians Revere Stalin - Star News Online
 

Refinance Mortgage

Get your Online Degrees today!

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