Poems begining by S
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Senlin: A Biography Pt 02: His Futile Preoccupations
© Conrad Aiken
Vine leaves tap my window,
Dew-drops sing to the garden stones,
The robin chips in the chinaberry tree
Repeating three clear tones.
Ship from the Thames
© Rex Ingamells
Stay, ship from Thames with fettered sails
in Sydney Cove, this ebb of tide;
your gear untangled from the gales,
imprisoned at your anchor ride.
Saint Elizabeth Of Bohemia
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
I.
I NEVER lay me down to sleep at night
But in my heart I sing that little song:
The angels hear it as, a pitying throng,
Sonnet XX: Gracious Moonlight
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Even as the moon grows queenlier in mid-space
When the sky darkens, and her cloud-rapt car
Skin of Light
© Rene Daumal
The skin of light enveloping this world lacks depth and I can actually see the black night of all these
similar bodies beneath the trembling veil and light of myself it is this night that even the mask of the
Spring And Fall, To A Young Child
© Govinda Krishna Chettur
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Snow
© Helge Rode
There is nothing in the world thats as silent as snow
when gently through air its decending,
muffles each step you take,
hushes, shushes makes
quiet the voices that the air are rending.
Schibboleth
© Paul Celan
Flöte,
Doppelflöte der Nacht:
denke der dunklen
Zwillingsröte
in Wien und Madrid.
Song. (From The Portuguese)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
If thou art sleeping, maiden,
Awake, and open thy door:
'Tis the break of day, and we must away,
O'er meadow, and mount, and moor.
Sonnet XVI
© Alan Seeger
Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest,
With single rites the common debt to pay?
Scenes In London IV - The City Churchyard
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
I PRAY thee lay me not to rest
Among these mouldering bones;
Too heavily the earth is prest
By all these crowded stones.
Submerged
© Lola Ridge
I have known only my own shallows -
Safe, plumbed places,
Where I was wont to preen myself.
Song. What Boat Is This That Bears
© Robert Laurence Binyon
What boat is this that bears
My soul on an ocean, fanned
By new arriving airs
From an undiscovered land?
Is this Love's magic boat, and these
The waves of his unsounded seas?
Sonnets Of The Blood V
© Allen Tate
Our elder brother whom we had not seen
These twenty years until you brought him back
Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem
© John Keats
Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry;
For large white plumes are dancing in mine eye.
Not like the formal crest of latter days:
But bending in a thousand graceful ways;
Sonnet LX. To An Amiable Girl
© Charlotte Turner Smith
MIRANDA! mark where shrinking from the gale,
Its silken leaves yet moist with early dew,
That fair faint flower, the Lily of the vale
Droops its meek head, and looks, methinks, like you!
Sonnet XLII: My Future
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
My future will not copy fair my past -
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
Sonnet To Simplicity
© Helen Maria Williams
NYMPH of the desert! on this lonely shore,
Simplicity, thy blessings still are mine,
