Poems begining by S
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Squattings
© Arthur Rimbaud
Very late, when he feels his stomach churn,
Brother Milotus, one eye on the skylight whence the sun,
bright as a scoured stewpan, darts a megrim at him
and dizzies his sight, moves his priest's belly under the sheets.
Snow Song
© Sara Teasdale
Fairy snow, fairy snow,
Blowing, blowing everywhere,
Would that I
Too, could fly
Lightly, lightly through the air.
Sonnet I, Written At Cliefden Spring
© Henry James Pye
Majestic Thames, whose ample current flows,
The wood reflecting in its silver tide,
Shelleys Pyre
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The Spirit of Earth, robed in green;
The Spirit of Air, robed in blue;
The Spirit of Water, robed in silver;
The Spirit of Fire, robed in red.
Each steps forward in turn.
Stain Not The Sky
© Henry Van Dyke
Ye gods of battle, lords of fear,
Who work your iron will as well
Symbols
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I watched a rosebud very long
Brought on by dew and sun and shower,
Waiting to see the perfect flower:
Then, when I thought it should be strong,
It opened at the matin hour
And fell at evensong.
Sappho II
© Sara Teasdale
Oh Litis, little slave, why will you sleep?
These long Egyptian noons bend down your head
Bowed like the yarrow with a yellow bee.
There, lift your eyes no man has ever kindled,
Sonnet I "Poet! If on a Lasting Fame Be Bent"
© Henry Timrod
Poet! if on a lasting fame be bent
Thy unperturbing hopes, thou will not roam
Sunrise
© Sidney Lanier
I have waked, I have come, my beloved! I might not abide:
I have come ere the dawn, O beloved, my live-oaks, to hide
In your gospelling glooms, -- to be
As a lover in heaven, the marsh my marsh and the sea my sea.
Spring Awoke To-Day
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
SPRING awoke to-day!
Somewhere--far away--
Spring awoke to-day
From the depth of dream.
Sentence And Torment Of The Condemned
© Michael Wigglesworth
Where tender love mens hearts did move unto a sympathy,
And bearing part of others smart in their anxiety;
Now such compassion is out of fashion, and wholly laid aside:
No Friends so near, but Saints to hear their Sentence can abide.
Sonnet. "Have you not heard that in some deep-seal'd graves"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Have you not heard that in some deep-seal'd graves,
The Dead retain in beauty undisturb'd
Sonnet XI
© Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
Song #6.
© Robert Crawford
We have this life, this love only
Kiss me on the mouth, my own!
Dust we'll soon be through the ages,
And who'll reck when we are gone?
Sonnett - XVIII
© James Russell Lowell
THE SAME CONTINUED
Therefore think not the Past is wise alone,
Susanna and the elders
© Adelaide Crapsey
"WHY do
You thus devise
Evil against her?" "For that
She is beautiful, delicate;
Therefore."
Sonnet XXVII. In A Library. 2.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
A MIRACLE that man should learn to fill
These little vessels with his boundless soul;
Should through these arbitrary signs control
The world, and scatter broadcast at his will
