English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

sorry poem

sweet splendor
up from the south at break of day
perhaps it is no matter that you died
and breaketh bread no more
musing, between the sunset and the dark
if it
with lips blood red and heart of stone
melancholy, blue it was
a bird sang
within my hand i hold
thou unrelenting past
in your flight
when i was a boy at college

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Book tells Lady Liberty's story through many voices Young Readers (The Plain Dealer)
  • Community Calendar (Everett Herald)
  • indieWIRE INTERVIEW | "Mister Lonely" Director Harmony Korine - Indie Wire
  • Calling all poets to the Courthouse Centennial Dome Poem Contest - NewsoftheNorth.Net
  • THAT LITTLE SOMETHING - New York Times
  • Night Wraps the Sky: Writings by and About Mayakovsky (The New Yorker)
  • Frost vandals given poetic justice - Fort Francis Times
  • Fantasy author speaks to pupils about writing - Vindicator
  • Tom Waits returning to Houston for 1st time in 28 years - Houston Chronicle
  • Model falls to her death from New York flat - Guardian Unlimited
  • Spread Nazrul’s literary works globally: CA - New Nation
  • Writers pay homage to mom at Other Side - Utica Observer Dispatch
  • Uncool Britannia - New Statesman
  • Other events during Newburyport Literary Festival - Newburyport Current
  • From bad to verse: Vandals get classroom penance (Las Vegas Sun)
 

Mortgage Quotes

California Mortgages

November 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