Poems begining by S
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SweetYou forgotbut I remembered
© Emily Dickinson
SweetYou forgotbut I remembered
Every timefor Two
So that the Sum be never hindered
Through Decay of You
Svanhvit's Colloquy
© Per Daniel Amadeus Atterbom
What countless paths wind down, from divers points,
To yonder city gates!--Oh, wilt not thou,
My star, appear to me on one of them?
Whate'er I said,--thou art my worshiped sun.
Then pardon me;--thou art not cold; oh, no!
Too warm, too glowing warm, art thou for me.
Song. "When you mournfully rivet your tear-laden eyes"
© Frances Anne Kemble
When you mournfully rivet your tear-laden eyes,
That have seen the last sunset of hope pass away,
Sonnet XXIX. Life And Death. 1.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
O SOLEMN portal, veiled in mist and cloud,
Where all who have lived throng in, an endless line,
Forbid to tell by backward look or sign
What destiny awaits the advancing crowd;
Sonnet LXXXV: Vain Virtues
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
What is the sorriest thing that enters Hell?
None of the sins,but this and that fair deed
Song #3
© John Clare
I peeled bits of straws and I got switches too
From the grey peeling willow as idlers do,
Sonnets of the Empire: Australia 1914
© Archibald Thomas Strong
The Night is thick with storm and driving cloud,
Lurid at instants through the blackness break
Summer In England, 1914
© Alice Meynell
On London fell a clearer light;
Caressing pencils of the sun
Defined the distances, the white
Houses transfigured one by one,
The 'long, unlovely street' impearled.
O what a sky has walked the world!
Shell-Music
© Roderic Quinn
YOU with the shell to your ear,
What do you hear,
Slim and so white
In the moonlight?
Said The Captain To Me
© Harry Kemp
"Nothing but damn fools sail the sea,"
Said the Captain to me.
"I have a young son," says the Captain to me,
"I'm damned if he ever shall sail the sea!"
Sonnett IX
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ENOUGH, this glimpse of splendor wed to shame;
Enough this gilded misery, this bright woe.
Pause, genial wind! that even here dost blow
Thy cheerful clarion; and from dust and flame
Sonnet. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paulo And Francesca
© John Keats
As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft
Sunflower by Frank Steele: American Life in Poetry #176 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Hearts and flowers, that's how some people dismiss poetry, suggesting that's all there is to it, just a bunch of sappy poets weeping over love and beauty. Well, poetry is lots more than that. At times it's a means of honoring the simple things about us. To illustrate the care with which one poet observes a flower, here's Frank Steele, of Kentucky, paying such close attention to a sunflower that he almost gets inside it.
Sunflower
Songs of the Summer Nights
© George MacDonald
The dreary wind of night is out,
Homeless and wandering slow;
O'er pale seas moaning like a doubt,
It breathes, but will not blow.
Sequel to Grandfather's Clock
© Henry Clay Work
Grandfather sleeps in his grave;
Strange steps resound in the hall!
And there's that vain, stuck-up thing
(tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick),
There's that vain, stuck-up thing on the wall.
Soul In The Ignorance
© Sri Aurobindo
Soul in the Ignorance, wake from its stupor.
Flake of the world-fire, spark of Divinity,
Lift up thy mind and thy heart into glory.
Sun in the darkness, recover thy lustre.
Salutation
© Katharine Tynan
To you and you and you who have given
Two sons for England's sake,--what word?
Oh, there is weeping heard in Heaven
And Mary's heart has the Eighth Sword.
Sent To Dr. Hayes, With The Ode To Harmony
© Henry James Pye
As Man's dull form inert and silent lay,
A senseless heap of unenliven'd clay,
