Poems begining by S
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Snow Dance For The Dead
© Lola Ridge
Dance, little children ... it is holy twilight . . .
Have you hung paper flowers about the necks of the ikons?
Dance soft . . . but very gaily ... on tip-toes like the snow.
Souvenir du Danemark
© François Coppée
A la princesse D.....
C'est un parc scandinave, aux sapins toujours verts,
Où le vent automnal courbe les fleurs d'hivers
Dans les vases de marbre ancien sur la terrasse;
Stanzas To Miss Wylie
© John Keats
1.
O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown,
The riches of Flora are lavishly strown,
The air is all softness, and crystal the streams,
The West is resplendently clothed in beams.
Seldom Can't
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Seldom can't,
Seldom don't;
Never shan't,
Never won't.
Sonnet XLV. On Leaving A Part Of Sussex
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FAREWELL, Aruna!--on whose varied shore
My early vows were paid to Nature's shrine,
When thoughtless joy, and infant hope were mine,
And whose lorn stream has heard me since deplore
Sonnet. "Away, away! bear me away, away"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Away, away! bear me away, away,
Into the boundless void, thou mighty wind!
Spoken of Several Philosophers
© George MacDonald
I pray you, all ye men who put your trust
In moulds and systems and well-tackled gear,
Shadow
© Guillaume Apollinaire
Here you are beside me again
Memories of my companions killed in the war
Sonnet Suggested By Homer, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Paul Vakzy, James Joyce, Et A
© Delmore Schwartz
Let me not, ever, to the marriage in Cana
Of Galilee admit the slightest sentiment
Shui Tiao Ko Tou
© Su Tung-po
Will a moon so bright ever arise again?
Drink a cupful of wine and ask of the sky.
Song III
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FROM THE FRENCH.
I.
"AH! say," the fair Louisa cried,
"Say where the abode of Love is found?"
Social Inequality
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Puss with a ribbon met pussy with none.
Who stopped for a friendly chat;
But the ribboned Pussy said coldly "Begone,
You common, insolent cat!
Stanzas - To the Memory of an agreeable Lady, buried in marriage to a Person undeserving her
© William Shenstone
'Twas always held, and ever will,
By sage mankind, discreeter
To anticipate a lesser ill
Than undergo a greater.
Sonnet XXII. Pennyroyal.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
HEAVY with cares no winnowing hand could sift,
Wrapt in a sadness never to be told,
As o'er the fields and through the woods I strolled,
Following with restless footstep but the drift
Sonnet LI.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA.
Supposed to have been written in the Hebrides.
ON this lone island, whose unfruitful breast
Feeds but the summer-shepherd's little flock
Sonnet XIII:The light that rises from your feet to your hair
© Pablo Neruda
The light that rises from your feet to your hair,
the strength enfolding your delicate form,
are not mother of pearl, not chilly silver:
you are made of bread, a bread the fire adores.
Summer - The Second Pastoral; or Alexis
© Alexander Pope
A Shepherd's Boy (he seeks no better name)
Led forth his flocks along the silver Thame,
She Gave Me A Rose
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
She gave a rose,
And I kissed it and pressed it.
I love her, she knows,
And my action confessed it.
She gave me a rose,
And I kissed it and pressed it.
Sonnet. "Thou who sitt'st listening to the midnight wind"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Thou who sitt'st listening to the midnight wind,
Pale maiden moon! 'tis said, that they who gaze
Somewhere there is a simple life
© Anna Akhmatova
Somewhere there is a simple life and a world,
Transparent, warm and joyful. . .
There at evening a neighbor talks with a girl
Across the fence, and only the bees can hear
This most tender murmuring of all.
