Poems begining by S
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Sonnet 87: When I Was Forc'd From Stella
© Sir Philip Sidney
When I was forc'd from Stella, ever dear
Stella, food of my thoughts, heart of my heart;
Stella, whose eyes make all my tempests clear,
By iron laws of duty to depart:
Sleep Peacefully - With original language version
© Alfonsina Storni
You said the word that enamours
My hearing. You already forgot. Good.
Sleep peacefully. Your face should
Be serene and beautiful at all hours.
Sonnet LVIII: None Other Fame
© Samuel Daniel
None other fame mine unambitious Muse
Affected ever but t'eternize thee;
Spring
© Lola Ridge
A spring wind on the Bowery,
Blowing the fluff of night shelters
Off bedraggled garments,
And agitating the gutters, that eject little spirals of vapor
Like lewd growths.
Saint Brandan
© Matthew Arnold
Saint Brandan sails the northern main;
The brotherhood of saints are glad.
He greets them once, he sails again;
So late!such storms!The Saint is mad!
Serenade
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
DARK is the iris meadow,
Dark is the ivory tower,
And lightly the young moth's shadow
Sleeps on the passion-flower.
Sonnet 142: "Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,..."
© William Shakespeare
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
Sonnet XIX: Restore Thy Tresses
© Samuel Daniel
Restore thy tresses to the golden ore,
Yield Citherea's son those arcs of love,
Satire V
© John Donne
Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor they
Whom any pity warmes; He which did lay
Shakuntala Act VII (Final Act)
© Kalidasa
ACT VII
King Dushyant with Matali in the chariot of Indra (king of gods in heaven and also god of thunder), supposed to be above the clouds.
King Dushyant: I am sensible, O Matali, that, for having executed the commission which Indra gave me, I deserved not such a profusion of honours.
Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all
© William Shakespeare
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all,
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
Specimen Of Translation From The Ajax Of Sophocles
© James Clerk Maxwell
O had he first been swept away,
Through air by wild winds tossed,
Steinli Von Slang
© Charles Godfrey Leland
I.
DER watchman look out from his tower
Ash de Abendgold glimmer grew dim,
Und saw on de road troo de Gauer
Song Of Collecting Lotus Seeds
© Bai Juyi
Lotus leaves float on rippling water,
flowers shiver in wind.
Song. Hush, Hush! Tread Softly!
© John Keats
1.
Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear!
All the house is asleep, but we know very well
That the jealous, the jealous old bald-pate may hear.
Summer in the South
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
The Oriole sings in the greening grove
As if he were half-way waiting,
Sandalphon. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Have you read in the Talmud of old,
In the Legends the Rabbins have told
Of the limitless realms of the air,--
Have you read it,--the marvellous story
Of Sandalphon, the Angel of Glory,
Sandalphon, the Angel of Prayer?
Sonnet XI: And Therefore If to Love
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And therefore if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale
Star-Talk
© Robert Graves
'Are you awake, Gemelli,
This frosty night?'
'We'll be awake till reveillé,
Which is Sunrise,' say the Gemelli,
Supple Cord by Naomi Shihab Nye: American Life in Poetry #107 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-20
© Ted Kooser
Naomi Shihab Nye is one of my favorite poets. She lives in San Antonio, Texas, and travels widely, an ambassador for poetry. Here she captures a lovely moment from her childhood.
