English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

grandma poem

what was it the engines said
daughter, thou art come to die
earth travails
sweet with fern and rose
you are clear
give me hunger
all down the years
see the tentative
so fallen
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
the dawn was apple-green

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • A CHANCE TO DANCE Poetr... - Akron Beacon Journal
  • Cleveland Museum of Art names new chief curator - Cleveland Plain Dealer
  • Unknown Wonderland shines at Rochester jazz festival - Rochester Democrat and Chronicle
  • Book Notes - Burlington Free Press
  • Most Popular - San Francisco Weekly
  • Librarians promote reading in summer - Alexandria Town Talk
  • River Forest - Chicago Tribune
  • Semifinalists vie for spot on the 2008 Madison National Poetry Slam team (Isthmus)
  • Kelvis Ochoa, a modern-day minstrel - Granma International
  • Protest artists' ribald methods test limits of Kremlin's patience - South China Morning Post (subscription)
  • Community Calendar - July 15, 2008 - Osakis Review
  • Young Black Male Survives Urban Genocide, Drama and The System and ... - BlackNews.com
  • Portrait of the Artist - New City Chicago
  • Families battle over who owns the famous poem. - ChristianityToday.com
  • Footnote (New York Times)
 

Refinancing Mortgages can save you money!

Florida Mortgages

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