Poems begining by S
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Searching for Christ
© Gregorio de Matos Guerra
To you, running I go, sacred arms,
Bare on this sacrosanct cross,
That, to welcome me are open,
And, to not punish me, are nailed.
Song, In Imitation Of Shakspeare's "Blow, blow, thou winter wind"
© James Beattie
Blow, blow, thou vernal gale!
Thy balm will not avail
To ease my aching breast;
Though thou the billows smooth,
Thy murmurs cannot soothe
My weary soul to rest.
Show It At The Beach
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Oh they won't let us show it at the beach no they won't let us show it at the beach
They think we're gonna grab it if it gets within our reach
And they won't let us show it at the beach
Sonnet XVIII
© Caroline Norton
ON HEARING OF THE DEATH OF THE COUNTESS OF BURLINGTON.
[Inscribed, with deep and earnest sympathy, to her Mother, The Countess of Carlisle.]
SINCE in the pleasant time of opening flowers
That flow'r, Her life, was doom'd to fade away,--
Shakuntala Act 1
© Kalidasa
King Dushyant in a chariot, pursuing an antelope, with a bow and quiver, attended by his Charioteer.
Suta (Charioteer). [Looking at the antelope, and then at the king]
When I cast my eye on that black antelope, and on thee, O king, with thy braced bow, I see before me, as it were, the God Mahésa chasing a hart (male deer), with his bow, named Pináca, braced in his left hand.
Songo River. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Nowhere such a devious stream,
Save in fancy or in dream,
Winding slow through bush and brake,
Links together lake and lake.
Something Nasty In The Bookshop
© Kingsley Amis
Between the Gardening and the Cookery
Comes the brief Poetry shelf;
By the Nonesuch Donne, a thin anthology
Offers itself.
Sonnet. Written Before Re-Read King Lear
© John Keats
O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute!
Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away!
Leave melodizing on this wintry day,
Shut up thine olden pages, and be mute:
Sonnet XL: Severed Selves
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Two separate divided silences,
Which, brought together, would find loving voice;
Sonnet 10
© Richard Barnfield
Thus was my loue, thus was my Ganymed,
(Heauens ioy, worlds wonder, natures fairest work,
Safari, Rift Valley by Roy Jacobstein: American Life in Poetry #116 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2
© Ted Kooser
It's the oldest kind of story: somebody ventures deep into the woods and comes back with a tale. Here Roy Jacobstein returns to America to relate his experience on a safari to the place believed by archaeologists to be the original site of human life. And against this ancient backdrop he closes with a suggestion of the brevity of our lives.
Sonnet 76: She Comes, And Straight Therewith
© Sir Philip Sidney
She comes, and straight therewith her shining twins do move
Their rays to me, who in her tedious absence lay
Benighted in cold woe; but now appears my day,
The only light of joy, the only warmth of love.
Star-Gazer
© Louis MacNeice
Forty-two years ago (to me if to no one else
The number is of some interest) it was a brilliant starry night
September 1, 1802
© William Wordsworth
WE had a female Passenger who came
From Calais with us, spotless in array,--
A white-robed Negro, like a lady gay,
Yet downcast as a woman fearing blame;
Song Of The Women To The Poet
© Rainer Maria Rilke
We're perfect for you bliss beyond your dreams
Just look: The blood and darkness in a beast
Evolved in us especially to be soul,
And screams for you, just as a soul should scream.
It yearns for service by the mystery priest
And strains for utter absence of control.
SONNET. VVere thy heart soft as thou art faire
© Henry King
VVere thy heart soft as thou art faire,
Thou wer't a wonder past compare:
But frozen Love and fierce disdain
By their extremes thy graces stain.
Sonnet LXXX: From Dawn to Noon
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
As the child knows not if his mother's face
Be fair; nor of his elders yet can deem
Soir D'hiver
© Émile Nelligan
Ah! comme la neige a neigé!
Ma vitre est un jardin de givre.
Ah! comme la neige a neigé!
Qu'est-ce que le spasme de vivre
A la douleur que j'ai, que j'ai.
