Poems begining by S
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Spring
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Wake up again, sad heart, wake up again !
(I heard the birds this morning singing sweet.)
Wake up again ! The sky was crystal clear,
And washed quite clean with rain ;
Sunset
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
THE river sleeps beneath the sky,
And clasps the shadows to its breast;
Sea Song
© William Ellery Channing
Our boat to the waves go free,
By the bending tide, where the curled wave breaks,
Like the track of the wind on the white snowflakes:
Away, away! 'Tis a path o'er the sea.
St. Thomas
© Francis Bret Harte
Then said William Henry Seward,
As he cast his eye to leeward,
"Quite important to our commerce
Is this island of St. Thomas."
Sunday Poetry: Ballade of Lost Objects
© Phyllis McGinley
Prince, I warn you, under the rose,
Time is the thief you cannot banish.
These are my daughters, I suppose.
But where in the world did the children vanish?
Soz e gham De K Mujhe us nay yah Irshad Kya
© Josh Malihabadi
Soz e gham De K Mujhe Uss Ne Ye Irshaad Kiya
Ja Tujhe Kash-Ma-Kash-e-Dahar Se Azaad Kiya
Sonnet XIV "Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered in My Rhymes"
© Henry Timrod
Are these wild thoughts, thus fettered in my rhymes,
Indeed the product of my heart and brain?
Sonnet XXXVI. Life And Death. 8.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
NOT for a rapture unalloyed I ask.
Not for a recompense for all I miss.
A banquet of the gods in heavenly bliss,
A realm in whose warm sunshine I may bask,
Stanzas In Meditation: Stanza II
© Gertrude Stein
I think very well of Susan but I do not know her name
I think very well of Ellen but which is not the same
Supernatural Discernment.
© Robert Crawford
If we could spy into each other, ken
The heathen aims and the familiar evils
That in the seeming good and virtuous reign;
If we could only pierce the fallacy
Sleeping With Boa
© May Swenson
I show her how to put her arms around me,
but shes much too small.
Whats worse, she doesnt understand.
And
although she lies beside me, sticking
out her tongue, its herself she licks.
Shakespear
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Dear friend, if there be any bond
Which friendship wins not much beyond
So old and fond, since thought began
It may be that whose subtle span
Binds Shakespear to an English man.
Song
© Hilaire Belloc
Inviting the influence of a young lady upon the opening yearYou wear the morning like your dress
And are with mastery crownd;
When as you walk your loveliness
Goes shining all around:
September
© Hilaire Belloc
And fading still, and pointing to their scars,
They fled in lessening clouds, where gray and high
Dawn lay along the heaven in misty bars;
But watching from that eastern casement, I
Saw the Republic splendid in the sky,
And round her terrible head the morning stars.
Sonnet XXXI: Thou Comest!
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Thou comest! all is said without a word.
I sit beneath thy looks, as children do
Since ye so Please
© Sir Thomas Wyatt
Since so ye please to hear me plain,And that ye do rejoice my smart,Me list no lenger to remainTo such as be so overthwart.
Satire II:The Country Mouse and the Town Mouse
© Sir Thomas Wyatt
MY mother's maids, when they did sew and spin,
They sang sometime a song of the field mouse,
That for because her livelood was but thin [livelihood]
Would needs go seek her townish sister's house.
Saturday Morning
© Hugo Williams
Everyone who made love the night before
was walking around with flashing red lights
on top of their heads-a white-haired old gentlemen,
a red-faced schoolboy, a pregnant woman
Siren Song
© Hugo Williams
I phone from time to time, to see if she's
changed the music on her answerphone.
'Tell me in two words', goes the recording,
'what you were going to tell in a thousand'.
