Poems begining by S
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Sonnet: I Thank You
© Henry Timrod
I thank you, kind and best beloved friend,
With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister,
Shapes
© Ruth Stone
In the longer view it doesnt matter.
However, its that having lived, it matters.
Stanzas ["Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!"]
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.
Sonnet 17
© Richard Barnfield
Cherry-lipt Adonis in his snowie shape,
Might not compare with his pure ivorie white,
Sonnet CX: Alas, 'tis True I have Gone here and there
© William Shakespeare
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
And made myself a motley to the view,
Songs from the Plays - “When that I was and a little tiny boy”
© William Shakespeare
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
Snow-Bound: A Winter Idyl
© John Greenleaf Whittier
To the Memory of the Household It Describes
This Poem is Dedicated by the Author
Sonnet CIX: O! never say that I was false of heart
© William Shakespeare
O! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
Sisters in Arms
© Elizabeth Daryush
Keys jingle in the door ajar threatening
whatever is coming belongs here
I reach for your sweetness
but silence explodes like a pregnant belly
into my face
a vomit of nevers.
Songs from The Beggars Opera: Air XXVII-Green Sleeves
© John Gay
Act III, Scene xiii, Air XXVIIGreen Sleeves
Since laws were made, for every degree,
September Notebook: Stories
© Robert Hass
Driving up 80 in the haze, they talked and talked.
(Smoke in the air shimmering from wildfires.)
His story was sad and hers was roiled, troubled.
Small Kingdom
© Samuel Menashe
In their doorways women sit sewing
By the good light of afternoon
And nothing is beyond knowing
Though the sun shall go down soon
Song of Three Smiles
© William Stanley Merwin
Let me call a ghost,
Love, so it be little:
In December we took
No thought for the weather.
Sun and Moon
© Jane Kenyon
For Donald Clark
Drugged and drowsy but not asleep
I heard my blind roommate's daughter
helping her with her meal:
“What's that? Squash?”
“No. It's spinach.”
Songs from The Beggars Opera: Air X-Thomas, I Cannot"
© John Gay
Act I, Scene viii, Air XThomas, I Cannot,
Polly. I like a ship in storms was tossed,
Sad Wine (I)
© Cesare Pavese
It was beautiful how he cried as he told it,
the way a drunk cries, his whole body to it,
and he hung on my shoulder saying, Between us,
always respect, and there I was, shaking with cold,
wanting to leave, and helping him walk.
Sweet Romanian Tongue
© James Schuyler
Drew down the curse of heaven on her umbrella
furled and smelling of wet cigarettes,
Jo ran off in rain one pitchy night,
one bloody a.m. found her staring, snoring.
