E-Card
11/22/2009 1:22:00 PM
Poem
Hunter
.com
Personalize your greeting
Fill out the form below and click "Preview Your eCard."
POEM
You can modify the text to be shown on your eCard.
I think the dead are tender. Shall we kiss? -- My lady laughs, delighting in what is. If she but sighs, a bird puts out its tongue. She makes space lonely with a lovely song. She lilts a low soft language, and I hear Down long sea-chambers of the inner ear. We sing together; we sing mouth to mouth. The garden is a river flowing south. She cries out loud the soul's own secret joy; She dances, and the ground bears her away. She knows the speech of light, and makes it plain A lively thing can come to life again. I feel her presence in the common day, In that slow dark that widens every eye. She moves as water moves, and comes to me, Stayed by what was, and pulled by what would be. Theodore Roethke
To:
Name:
Email:
Name and Email fields are required.
From:
Your Name:
Your Email:
Name and Email fields are required.
Message:
Title
-No title-
Hi!
Contragulations!
Good Morning :)
Good Night :)
Happy Birthday :)
I love You!
I am sorry :(
Excuse me :(
Miss You!
Thank You!
Other:
Signature
- No Signature -
Best wishes
Miss you
Kiss you
Sincerely
Regards
See you soon
Other:
.
Text Color
BackGround Color
Border Color
(c) 2005, PoemHunter.Com..
click here
to contact us..