Poems begining by S
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Sonnet XVI: To the Lord General Cromwell
© Patrick Kavanagh
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Sonnet XVIII: Genius in Beauty
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call
Of Homer's or of Dante's heart sublime,
Selective Service
© Carolyn Forche
We rise from the snow where we’ve
lain on our backs and flown like children,
Speeding
© Katharine Tynan
Requiescat is not my bidding,
That is the weary man's right speeding;
You, O Child, full of life and laughter,
Joy to you now and long days hereafter!
Strathcona's Horse
© William Henry Drummond
O I was thine, and thou wert mine, and
ours the boundless plain,
Stars In The Sea
© Roderic Quinn
I took a boat on a starry night
and went for a row on the water,
and she danced like a child on a wake of light
and bowed where the ripples caught her.
Spray
© Sara Teasdale
I KNEW you thought of me all night,
I knew, though you were far away;
I felt your love blow over me
As if a dark wind-riven sea
Sonnet XXV
© George Santayana
As in the midst of battle there is room
For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;
Salvador Dali
© David Gascoyne
The smooth plain with its mirrors listens to the cliff
Like a basilisk eating flowers.
And the children, lost in the shadows of the catacombs,
Call to the mirrors for help:
'Strong-bow of salt, cutlass of memory,
Write on my map the name of every river.'
Sonnet
© James Weldon Johnson
My heart be brave, and do not falter so,
Nor utter more that deep, despairing wail.
Separation
© William Stanley Merwin
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Scorn not the Sonnet
© André Breton
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,
Mindless of its just honours; with this key
Sonnet CXXIII: No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
© William Shakespeare
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
Thy pyramids built up with newer might
Samuel Brown
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
He came with us to thy great gates, oh Thou
Unopened Age. Our noise was like the wind
Sonnet XVIII. To The Autumnal Moon
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Mild Splendor of the various-vested Night!
Mother of wildly-working visions! hail!
I watch thy gliding, while with watery light
Thy weak eye glimmers through a fleecy veil;
Sonnet XII: "When I do count the clock that tells the time"
© William Shakespeare
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
Sic Semper Liberatoribus!
© Emma Lazarus
As one who feels the breathless nightmare grip
His heart-strings, and through visioned horrors fares,
