English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

love poem quote

could we but know
sad are they who know not love
thou unrelenting past
high walls and huge
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
but alas, just dreams
blossoms of babies
daughter, thou art come to die
beneath my window in a city street
made up of loveliness alone
above them all, looking down
i know not where

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Miss Strafford County finalists announced - Fosters Daily Democrat
  • Hundreds attend funeral of Susquehanna Twp. crash victim (The Patriot-News)
  • America’s anger with intelligence - Online Journal
  • Centenary-Season Revelations of Some Currents in Antony Tudor - New York Times
  • Touching service at Sophie bench - VIDEO - Whitby Today
  • Exhibition: Futurism and After: David Burliuk, 1882-1967 in NY-NJ-Metro on 10/31/2008 (BRAMA)
  • Interview: Underoath - Artistdirect.com
  • Okaw Valley honors veterans - Herald & Review
  • Local's script now a film - Arizona Daily Star
  • Avani Patel of Edison Polishes Creative Writing Skills at Columbia ... - MyCentralJersey.com
  • Mad Men "The Jet Set": Old habits die hard - The Star-Ledger - NJ.com
  • Izzy Cox, The Lake Audition (Creative Loafing Tampa)
  • Artists put positive spin on mental illness - Arlington Heights Daily Herald
  • 'Catch a Reading Bug' - Warren Reporter
  • Snowball's chance - Post-Star
 

Mortgage Refinancing

Florida Mortgage

Mortgage News Archives

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