Poems begining by S
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Spontaneous Me.
© Walt Whitman
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature,
The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,
The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,
The hill-side whitend with blossoms of the mountain ash,
Ship Starting, The.
© Walt Whitman
LO! the unbounded sea!
On its breast a Ship starting, spreading all her sailsan ample Ship,
carrying even her moonsails;
The pennant is flying aloft, as she speeds, she speeds so statelybelow,
emulous waves press forward,
They surround the Ship, with shining curving motions, and foam.
So Long.
© Walt Whitman
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TO concludeI announce what comes after me;
I announce mightier offspring, orators, days, and then, for the present, depart.
Song at Sunset.
© Walt Whitman
SPLENDOR of ended day, floating and filling me!
Hour prophetichour resuming the past!
Inflating my throatyou, divine average!
You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.
Sphincter
© Allen Ginsberg
I hope my good old asshole holds out
60 years it's been mostly OK
Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation
survived the altiplano hospital--
Staying at an inn
© Matsuo Basho
Staying at an inn
where prostitutes are also sleeping--
bush clover and the moon.
Sacrifices
© Richard Jones
All winter the fire devoured everything --
tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers.
When April finally arrived,
I opened the woodstove one last time
Solomon To Sheba
© William Butler Yeats
Sang Solomon to Sheba,
And kissed her dusky face,
'All day long from mid-day
We have talked in the one place,
Shepherd And Goatherd
© William Butler Yeats
Shepherd. He that was best in every country sport
And every country craft, and of us all
Most courteous to slow age and hasty youth,
Is dead.
Song For The Severed Head In `The King Of The Great Clock Tower'
© William Butler Yeats
Saddle and ride, I heard a man say,
Out of Ben Bulben and Knocknarea,
What says the Clock in the Great Clock Tower?
All those tragic characters ride
Stream And Sun At Glendalough
© William Butler Yeats
Through intricate motions ran
Stream and gliding sun
And all my heart seemed gay:
Some stupid thing that I had done
Made my attention stray.
Swift's Epitaph
© William Butler Yeats
Swift has sailed into his rest;
Savage indignation there
Cannot lacerate his breast.
Imitate him if you dare,
World-besotted traveller; he
Served human liberty.
Solomon And The Witch
© William Butler Yeats
And thus declared that Arab lady:
'Last night, where under the wild moon
On grassy mattress I had laid me,
Within my arms great Solomon,
Sixteen Dead Men
© William Butler Yeats
O but we talked at large before
The sixteen men were shot,
But who can talk of give and take,
What should be and what not
While those dead men are loitering there
To stir the boiling pot?
Spilt Milk
© William Butler Yeats
We that have done and thought,
That have thought and done,
Must ramble, and thin out
Like milk spilt on a stone.
Symbols
© William Butler Yeats
A storm-beaten old watch-tower,
A blind hermit rings the hour.All-destroying sword-blade still
Carried by the wandering fool.Gold-sewn silk on the sword-blade,
Beauty and fool together laid.
Sailing To Byzantium
© William Butler Yeats
IThat is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
September 1913
© William Butler Yeats
What need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, until
Sweet Violets
© Dorothy Parker
You are brief and frail and blue-
Little sisters, I am, too.
You are Heaven's masterpieces-
Little loves, the likeness ceases.
