Poems begining by S
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Soon, O Ianthe! Life is O'er
© Heather Fuller
Soon, O Ianthe! life is oer,
And sooner beautys heavenly smile:
Grant only (and I ask no more),
Let love remain that little while.
Superbly Situated
© Padraic Colum
you politely ask me not to die and i promise not to
right from the beginning—a relationship based on
good sense and thoughtfulness in little things
Sunt Leones
© Stevie Smith
The lions who ate the Christians on the sands of the arena
By indulging native appetites played what has now been seen a
Sestina of the Lady Pietra degli Scrovigni
© Dante Alighieri
To the dim light and the large circle of shade
I have clomb, and to the whitening of the hills,
There where we see no color in the grass.
Natheless my longing loses not its green,
It has so taken root in the hard stone
Which talks and hears as though it were a lady.
Sonnet LXIV: When I have Seen by Time's Fell Hand Defaced
© William Shakespeare
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
Sloth
© Yusef Komunyakaa
If you're one of seven
Downfalls, up in your kingdom
Of mulberry leaves, there are men
Betting you aren't worth a bullet,
(Sing the song of the moment...)
© Anselm Hollo
Sing the song of the moment in careless carols, in the transient light of the day;
Sing of the fleeting smiles that vanish and never look back;
Sing of the flowers that bloom and fade without regret.
Weave not in memorys thread the days that would glide into nights.
To the guests that must go bid God-speed, and wipe away all traces of their steps.
Let the moments end in moments with their cargo of fugitive songs.
She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways
© André Breton
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
Some Assembly Required
© Sonia Sanchez
Standing in line at the SuperSave, it all falls
Into place, Princess Di and the aliens and diet
Sonnets from the Portuguese 22: When our Two Souls
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Service
© Trumbull Stickney
Chide me not, darling, that I sing
Familiar thoughts and metres old:
Nay, do not scold
My spirit’s childish uttering.
Sonnet XXXII: If thou Survive my Well-contented Day
© William Shakespeare
If thou survive my well-contented day,
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,
Song for Baby-O, Unborn
© Diane di Prima
Sweetheart
when you break thru
you’ll find
a poet here
not quite what one would choose.
Saturday’s Child
© Countee Cullen
Some are teethed on a silver spoon,
With the stars strung for a rattle;
I cut my teeth as the black raccoon—
For implements of battle.
Surgeons must be very careful (156)
© Emily Dickinson
Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit - Life!
Sonnet CXXVI: O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy powr
© William Shakespeare
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy powr
Dost hold times fickle glass his sickle hour,
Sonnet CXVI: Let me not to the Marriage of True Minds
© William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Sway
© Louis Simpson
Swing and sway with Sammy Kaye
Everyone at Lake Kearney had a nickname:
there was a Bumstead, a Tonto, a Tex,
and, from the slogan of a popular orchestra,
two sisters, Swing and Sway.
