Poems begining by S

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Sonnet To Homer

© John Keats

Standing aloof in giant ignorance,
Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades,
As one who sits ashore and longs perchance
To visit dolphin-coral in deep seas.

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Spirit

© Anne Bradstreet

Be still, thou unregenerate part,
Disturb no more my settled heart,
For I have vow'd (and so will do)
Thee as a foe still to pursue,

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Soli Cantare Periti Arcades

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

Oh, I would live in a dairy,
  And its Colin I would be,
  And many a rustic fairy
  Should churn the milk with me.

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Superhero Pregnant Woman by Jessy Randall: American Life in Poetry #137 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laurea

© Ted Kooser

Dill pickles with strawberry jam? Pregnant women are known to go for late night meals like that. And the senses can go haywire. Here Jessy Randall, of Colorado Springs, gives us a look at one such woman.
Superhero Pregnant Woman

Her sense of smell is ten times stronger.
And so her husband smells funny;
she rolls away from him in the bed.
She even smells funny to herself,
but cannot roll away from that.

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Self-Portrait At 28

© David Berman

If squeezed for more information
I can remember old clock radios
with flipping metal numbers
and an entree called Surf and Turf.

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Song 1

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

OH! bear me to the groves of palm,
Where perfum'd airs diffuse their balm!
And when the noon-tide beams invade,
Then lay me in the embow'ring shade;

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Snow

© David Berman

I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in the snow.
For some reason, I told him that a troop of angels
had been shot and dissolved when they hit the ground.

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Sarabande On Attaining The Age Of Seventy-Seven

© Anthony Evan Hecht

And I myself have whitened in the weathers
Of heaped-up Januaries as they bequeath
The annual rings and wrongs that wring my withers,
Sober my thoughts, and undermine my teeth.

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Saul And David

© Anthony Evan Hecht

It was a villainous spirit, snub-nosed, foul
Of breath, thick-taloned and malevolent,
That squatted within him wheresoever he went
.......And possessed the soul of Saul.

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Samuel Sewall

© Anthony Evan Hecht

And all the town admired for two full years
His excellent address, his gifts of fruit,
Her gracious ways and delicate white ears,
And held the course of nature abolute.

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She Cannot End.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

WHEN unto thee I sent the page all white,

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Sow

© Sylvia Plath

God knows how our neighbor managed to breed
His great sow:
Whatever his shrewd secret, he kept it hid

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Sakontala.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

WOULDST thou the blossoms of spring, as well as the fruits of
the autumn,

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Sicilian Song.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

YE black and roguish eyes,If ye command.
Each house in ruins lies,No town can stand.
And shall my bosom's chain,--This plaster wall,?
To think one moment, deign,--Shall ii not fall?1811.

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Solitude.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

OH ye kindly nymphs, who dwell 'mongst the rocks and the thickets,

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Should E'er The Loveless Day.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Thy charms thou showest never;
I tap at window, tap at door:
Come, lov'd one, come! appear once more!

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Scattering Flowers

© George Hitchcock

There  is a dark tolling in the air,
an unbearable needle in the vein,
the horizon flaked with feathers of rust.
From the caves of drugged flowers
fireflies rise through the night:
they bear the sweet gospel of napalm.

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Sonnet 46: “Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war…”

© William Shakespeare

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,

 How to divide the conquest of thy sight,

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Summer

© Samuel Johnson

O Phoebus! down the western sky,
Far hence diffuse thy burning ray,
Thy light to distant worlds supply,
And wake them to the cares of day.

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Sonnet 11

© Richard Barnfield

Sighing, and sadly sitting by my loue,

He askt the cause of my hearts sorrowing,