Poems begining by S
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Scherzo
© James Russell Lowell
When the down is on the chin
And the gold-gleam in the hair,
When the birds their sweethearts win
And champagne is in the air,
Love is here, and Love is there,
Love is welcome everywhere.
Summer Song
© Edith Nesbit
THERE are white moon daisies in the mist of the meadow
Where the flowered grass scatters its seeds like spray,
Secret Love
© Amelia Opie
Not one kind look….one friendly word!
Wilt thou in chilling silence sit;
Nor through the social hour afford
One cheering smile, or beam of wit?
Shame
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Maybe, in my previous a-being,
Ive cut the throats of my Mom and Dad,
If in this one Lord of all the living! -
I have been doomed to suffering like that.
Sonnet III. Written On The Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison
© John Keats
What though, for showing truth to flatter'd state,
Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he,
Sonnet To The White-Bird Of The Tropic
© Helen Maria Williams
BIRD of the Tropic! thou, who lov'st to stray
Where thy long pinions sweep the sultry Line,
Salvationists
© Ezra Pound
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Come, my songs, let us speak of perfection
We shall get ourselves rather disliked.
Song for Australia
© Caroline Carleton
There is a land where summer skies
Are gleaming with a thousand dyes
Blending in witching harmonies,
Souffre Un Moment Encor
© André Marie de Chénier
Souffre un moment encor; tout n'est que changement;
L'axe tourne, mon coeur; souffre encore un moment.
St Launce's Revisited
© Thomas Hardy
Slip back, Time!
Yet again I am nearing
Castle and keep, uprearing
Gray, as in my prime.
Singers To Come
© Alice Meynell
New delights to our desire
The singers of the past can yield.
I lift mine eyes to hill and field,
And see in them your yet dumb lyre,
poets unborn and unrevealed.
Sonnet VIII. To Spring
© Charlotte Turner Smith
AGAIN the wood and long-withdrawing vale
In many a tint of tender green are drest,
Where the young leaves, unfolding, scarce conceal
Beneath their early shade, the half-form'd nest
Safe by Steven Huff: American Life in Poetry #151 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Thirty, forty years ago, there were lots of hitchhikers, college students, bent old men and old women, and none of them seemed fearful of being out there on the highways at the mercy of strangers. All that's changed, and nobody wants to get in a car with a stranger. Here Steven Huff of New York tells us about a memorable ride.
Safe
Serment
© François Coppée
O poète trop prompt à te laisser charmer,
Si cette douce enfant devait t'être ravie,
Et si ce coeur en qui tout le tien se confie
Ne pouvait pas pour toi frémir et s'animer?
Sonnet XIX: Silent Noon
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Second Love
© Dorothy Parker
How shall I count the midnights I have known
When calm you turn to me, nor feel me start,
To find my easy lips upon your own
And know my breast beneath your rhythmic heart.
Your god defer the day I tell you this:
My lad, my lad, it is not you I kiss!
Say Goodbye when your Chum is Married
© Henry Lawson
Now this is a rhyme that might well be carried
Gummed in your hat till the end of things:
Sonnet 26: Though Dusty Wits
© Sir Philip Sidney
Though dusty wits dare scorn astrology,
And fools can think those lamps of purest light
Whose numbers, ways, greatness, eternity,
Promising wonders, wonder do invite,
