Poems begining by S
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Sappho To Her Girlfriends
© Sappho
This is my song of maidens dear to me.
Eranna, a slight girl I counted thee,
Sonnet VI. (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Enamour'd, artless, young, on foreign ground,
Uncertain whither from myself to fly,
Skizonoid
© Sukasah Syahdan
as old zagreb lies there
on the wait for a young friend driving,
i question myself, "Do you love nausea?";
seeing can't be this punishing
Skating
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I CHASED the maid with rapid feet,
Where ice and sunbeam quiver;
But still beyond me, shyly fleet,
She flashed far down the river.
Sonnet II: Farewell Song
© Sukasah Syahdan
Let me for somewhere I should stroll
Bid thee farewell. You, eternal wonder
that enthralls my soul, will always tolls
like a muezzins serene call yonder.
Sonnet I: Love Song
© Sukasah Syahdan
Shalt Cupid be blamed thou doth dominate
Dwelling in days and nights with dignity?
With this self as my only best comrade,
I treasure thy fancy as whate'er means beauty.
Sonnet VII: The Face of All the World
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
Soekarno Hatta Airport One Day
© Sukasah Syahdan
thisistheplace
where
distancespaceandtimebetray
tohalveintotwo:
you
Sonnet XV: Now, Round My Favour'd Grot
© Mary Darby Robinson
Now, round my favor'd grot let roses rise,
To strew the bank where Phaon wakes from rest;
Song
© Seamus Justin Heaney
A rowan like a lipsticked girl.
Between the by-road and the main road
Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance
Stand off among the rushes.
Strange Fruit
© Seamus Justin Heaney
Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd.
Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth.They unswaddled the wet fern of her hair
And made an exhibition of its coil,
Let the air at her leathery beauty.
Spanish Dancer
© Rainer Maria Rilke
As in one's hand a lighted match blinds you before
it comes aflame and sends out brilliant flickering
tongues to every side - so, within the ring of the
spectators, her dance begins in hasty, heated rhythms
and spreads itself darting flames around.
Scherzo
© Charles Cros
Sourires, fleurs, baisers, essences,
Après de si fades ennuis,
Après de si ternes absences,
Parfumez le vent de mes nuits!
Sonnet XI. On The Detraction Which Followed My Writing Certain Treatises
© John Milton
A Book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon;
And wov'n close, both matter, form and stile;
The Subject new: it walk'd the Town a while,
Numbring good intellects; now seldom por'd on.
Sweetness Of The Decent Night
© Ivan Donn Carswell
They talked to me again today, they spoke in gentle tones
and said the things I ought to hear then lead me where
the frangipani flowered; they said the heady scent was meant
to soothe the wicked wounds I wore, to ease the twisted scars
Strawberries again today
© Ivan Donn Carswell
The red berries wreak an awesome spell that some would dread;
others, weak and soulless, must succumb, they treasure with the eyes
the plump and soulful fruit, the shape inspires a heady heart that beats
aright as if in love, and love it is that drives the buds describing taste.
Still hear the waves
© Ivan Donn Carswell
It was a brave day under an endlessly clear sky
that extended forever from our valley
to the unfathomably distant sea.
It was a day to remember amongst days of
Steves tears
© Ivan Donn Carswell
My beloved called to me to come and see Steves
tears, he was crying on TV; Steve Irwin, The Crocodile Man,
and they werent crocodile tears. Harriet had died,
Steve could not contain his tears and freely cried,
