Poems begining by S
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Skin Canoes
© Carolyn Forche
Swallows carve lake wind,
trailers lined up, fish tins.
The fires of a thousand small camps
spilled on a hillside.
Saints
© Virna Sheard
The Saints of Thy great Church, 0 Christ,
How vast their numbers be--
On holy page and ancient scroll
Their blessed names we see,
And from the painted window panes
They smile eternally.
Sonnet
© Robert Hass
A man talking to his ex-wife on the phone.
He has loved her voice and listens with attention
Sacred And Profane Love
© Alfred Austin
Profane Love speaks
``I am the Goddess mortals call Profane,
Yet worship me as though I were divine;
Over their lives, unrecognised, I reign,
For all their thoughts are mine.
Sonnet XXX. To The River Arun
© Charlotte Turner Smith
BE the proud Thames of trade the busy mart!
Arun! to thee will other praise belong;
Dear to the lover's and the mourner's heart,
And ever sacred to the sons of song!
Songs from The Beggars Opera: Air XVI-Over the Hills, and Far Away
© John Gay
Act I, Scene xiii, Air XVIOver the Hills, and Far Away
Sonnet XIII: Behold What Hap
© Samuel Daniel
Behold what hap Pygmalion had to frame
And carve his proper grief upon a stone;
Song of the Little Cripple at the Street Corner
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Maybe my soul’s all right.
But my body’s all wrong,
All bent and twisted,
All this that hurts me so.
Sonnet LXXVII. To The Insect Of The Gossamer
© Charlotte Turner Smith
SMALL, viewless aeronaut, that by the line
Of Gossamer suspended, in mid air
Float'st on a sun beam--Living atom, where
Ends thy breeze-guided voyage;--with what design,
Sonnet 1: Dost see how unregarded now
© Sir John Suckling
Dost see how unregarded now
That piece of beauty passes?
Sonnet On The American war. "She has gone down!" they shout it from afar,"
© Frances Anne Kemble
"She has gone down!" they shout it from afar,
Kingsnoblespriestsall men of every race,
Song #14.
© Robert Crawford
Two words or three
The bird sings in the tree:
My love was all to me
When life was young.
Sonnet II.
© John Milton
Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honora
L'herbosa val di Rheno, e il nobil varco,
Ben e colui d'ogni valore scarco
Qual tuo spirto gentil non innamora,
Sonnet XXI
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Thought was born blind, but Thought knows what is seeing.
Its careful touch, deciphering forms from shapes,
Sonnet 90: Stella, Think Not That I
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame,
Who seek, who hope, who love, who live but thee;
Thine eyes my pride, thy lips my history:
If thou praise not, all other praise is shame.
Sonnet For the 14th of February
© Thomas Hood
No popular respect will I omit
To do thee honor on this happy day,
When every loyal lover tasks his wit
His simple truth in studious rhymes to pay,
