Poems begining by S
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Samhain
© Annie Finch
Now when dying grasses veil
earth from the sky in one last pale
wave, as autumn dies to bring
winter back, and then the spring,
we who die ourselves can peel
back another kind of veil
Sonnet To George Keats: Written In Sickness
© John Keats
Brother belov'd if health shall smile again,
Upon this wasted form and fever'd cheek:
If e'er returning vigour bid these weak
And languid limbs their gladsome strength regain,
Sea Fever
© John Brooks Wheelwright
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
Sonnet XXII: Come Time
© Samuel Daniel
Come Time, the anchor-hold of my desire,
My last resort whereto my hopes appeal,
Song (“The world is full of loss ... ”)
© Katha Pollitt
The world is full of loss; bring, wind, my love,
my home is where we make our meeting-place,
and love whatever I shall touch and read
within that face.
Silentium Amoris
© Oscar Wilde
. AS oftentimes the too resplendent sun
Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won
A single ballad from the nightingale,
So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,
And all my sweetest singing out of tune.
Service
© Edgar Albert Guest
TO the cause one man gave gold,
Then withdrew into his den
From the battle line, and told
How he served his fellowmen.
Sonnet IV: Lovesight
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
When do I see thee most, beloved one?
When in the light the spirits of mine eyes
Sonnet XVIII: Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?
© William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Sonnet XXXII: The First Time
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
To love me, I looked forward to the moon
Sonnet III: Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
© William Shakespeare
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,
Now is the time that face should form another,
She Does Not Remember
© Anna Swirszczynska
She was an evil stepmother.
In her old age she is slowly dying
in an empty hovel.
Shame
© C. K. Williams
A girl who, in 1971, when I was living by myself, painfully lonely, bereft, depressed,
offhandedly mentioned to me in a conversation with some friends that although at first she’d found me—
Sometime at a concert hall, in recollection...
© Boris Pasternak
Sometime at a concert hall, in recollection,
A Brahms intermezzo will wound me-I'll start,
Remember that summer, the flowerbed garden,
The walks and the bathing, the tryst of six hearts,
Star Light, Star Bright
© Dorothy Parker
Star, that gives a gracious dole,
What am I to choose?
Oh, will it be a shriven soul,
Or little buckled shoes?
Sunday Alone In A Fifth Floor Apartment, Cambridge, Massachusetts
© William Matthews
The Globe at the door, a jaunt
to the square for the Sunday Times.
Later the path you made has healed,
anyone may use it. A good day
Song of Myself: 35
© Walt Whitman
Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight?
Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?
List to the yarn, as my grandmother’s father the sailor told it to me.
