Poems begining by S
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Sonnet III
© Caroline Norton
THE FORNARINA.
AND bless'd was she thou lovedst, for whose sake
Thy wit did veil in fanciful disguise
The answer which thou wert compell'd to make
Something Left Undone. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Labor with what zeal we will,
Something still remains undone,
Something uncompleted still
Waits the rising of the sun.
Signs
© Larry Levis
2.
And this evening in the garden
I find the winter
inside a snail shell, rigid and
cool, a little stubborn temple,
its one visitor gone.
Still The Dawn
© Eli Siegel
Came the dawn
To the man.
Ran the man
From the dawn.
Still the dawn
Waits for man.
Sonnet XXXV. To Fortitude
© Charlotte Turner Smith
NYMPH of the rock! whose dauntless spirit braves
The beating storm, and bitter winds that howl
Round thy cold breast; and hear'st the bursting waves
And the deep thunder with unshaken soul;
Sonnets from the Portuguese 26: I Lived with Visions
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I lived with visions for my company,
Instead of men and women, years ago,
Song
© George Darley
Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers,
Lull'd by the faint breezes sighing through her hair;
Stars and Moon
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Beneath the stars and summer moon
A pair of wedded lovers walk,
Upon the stars and summer moon
They turn their happy eyes, and talk.
Sonnets from the Portuguese 5: I lift my heavy heart up solemnly
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her sepulchral urn,
Sunflower Sutra
© Allen Ginsberg
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the box house hills and cry.
Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed, surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of machinery.
Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known
© William Wordsworth
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell.
Satire IV
© John Donne
Well; I may now receive, and die. My sin
Indeed is great, but yet I have been in
Swells
© Archie Randolph Ammons
The very longest swell in the ocean, I suspect,
carries the deepest memory, the information of actions
summarized (surface peaks and dibbles and local sharp
Spring Night
© Sara Teasdale
The park is filled with night and fog,
The veils are drawn about the world,
The drowsy lights along the paths
Are dim and pearled.
Snow Tiger
© Yusef Komunyakaa
There’s always a mother
of some other creature
born to fight for her young.
Singing School
© Seamus Justin Heaney
Ulster was British, but with no rights on
The English lyric: all around us, though
We hadn’t named it, the ministry of fear.
Sonnet LX: Like as the Waves Make towards the Pebbled Shore
© William Shakespeare
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
