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somethingdarkerLaunched on a sea of sleep - J.B.S. [James Brown per the poet's bio at the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site.] "The Two Seas" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.155, v.III, 18 Dec. 1886]
No doubts disturb us, no fears annoy - J.B.S. [James Brown per the poet's bio at the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site.] "The Two Seas" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.155, v.III, 18 Dec. 1886]
Whether our sleep be the first or last - J.B.S. [James Brown per the poet's bio at the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site.] "The Two Seas" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.155, v.III, 18 Dec. 1886]
The strong wind whistles in his desert caves - S.S. "Rejoice" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.4, Oct. 1842]
Unloved in the hourglass of dust - Nelly Sachs [Untitled] transl. by Ruth and Matthew Mead
Broken snail shells bearing emptiness on their back - Nelly Sachs [Untitled] transl. by Michael Roloff
Run from labyrinths of longing - Nelly Sachs [Untitled] transl. by Michael Roloff
Between the King and Queen of Swords - Sydney Sackett "After a Line from Bob Dylan's 'Changing of the Guards'"
Always willing to move one place along - Sydney Sackett "After a Line from Bob Dylan's 'Changing of the Guards'"
What did I owe a world that made no sense - Sydney Sackett "After a Line from Bob Dylan's 'Changing of the Guards'"
The looking glass burned beacon for me - Sydney Sackett "After a Line from Bob Dylan's 'Changing of the Guards'"
The too great complication of what it is to live - James Sacré "One day writing will become too difficult" transl. by Youmna Chamieh
No one will be able to truly hear them - James Sacré "One day writing will become too difficult" transl. by Youmna Chamieh
Within ruins of time and friendship - James Sacré "One day writing will become too difficult" transl. by Youmna Chamieh
In the season of walnuts - Zohra Saed "Walnuts in Nangarhar"
Wind in the shadow of time - Gilbert Saenz "Dream Journey"
The next enchanted cross street - Gilbert Saenz "Mystic Avenues"
Searched among ghosts - Assotto Saint "The Geography of Poetry: For Ntozake Shange"
the land remembering its tragedies - Rachelle Saint Louis "Manman Ak Pitit"
the aftermath of failed coping mechanisms - Rachelle Saint Louis "Manman Ak Pitit"
the toxins of past memories - Rachelle Saint Louis "Manman Ak Pitit"
Thoughts ugly as clothespins - Leslie Sainz "Sonnet for Ochun"
Walked my plank of uncertainties - Leslie Sainz "Sonnet for Ochun"
In the wet air of the future - Leslie Sainz "Sonnet for Ochun"
In danger of forgetting the cranes - Marjorie Saiser "Crane Migration, Platte River"
Their black wavering lines in the sky - Marjorie Saiser "Crane Migration, Platte River"
The wind intermittent in our faces - Marjorie Saiser "Crane Migration, Platte River"
The distance between histories - Omar Sakr "Where I am Not"
Even my dreams of tenderness - Omar Sakr "Where I am Not"
Let life replace memory - Omar Sakr "Where I am Not"
Wearing her best crow feathers - Elly Luisa Salah "Wedding Party ... Featuring, My Mother"
Caught hunting mosquitoes - Abdulrazaq Salihu "Aurora Borealis and Aurora Australis"
Catch all the auroras before they fall - Abdulrazaq Salihu "Aurora Borealis and Aurora Australis"
The only thing whispering darkness into my mother's eyes - Abdulrazaq Salihu "Aurora Borealis and Aurora Australis"
Till all the rooms of warmth fill with smoke - Abdulrazaq Salihu "Aurora Borealis and Aurora Australis"
Laden with fruits of the earth - Edna K. Saloomey "My Lebanon"
Ablaze with myriad flowers - Edna K. Saloomey "My Lebanon"
Lovelier than gossamer dreams - Edna K. Saloomey "My Lebanon"
Anchors for kin to hold on to - Mona Lisa Saloy "God Was Willing Sis: I'm Home"
Where she curled in shadow - Mary Jo Salter "The Upper Story"
No trespass can erase - Mary Jo Salter "The Upper Story"
Not wholly fed by fear - Mary Jo Salter "The Upper Story"
A lower form of immortality - Mary Jo Salter "The Upper Story"
The queen of impossible tasks - Sofia Samatar "The Death of Araweilo"
Her manicured nails were of glass - Sofia Samatar "The Death of Araweilo"
Twin vortices in her black sunglasses - Sofia Samatar "The Death of Araweilo"
An act of deliberate volatility - Metta Same "Fish & Duck Skills"
And scandal was free - Metta Same "Fish & Duck Skills"
The deepest caverns of my soul - San Juan de la Cruz (translated by Roy Campbell) "Song of the soul in intimate communication and union with the love of God"
The sound of honeybees and monarchy - Cintia Santana "apocalyptic lyric"
Still he writes an encore - Cintia Santana "apocalyptic lyric"
The lyric a border wall - Cintia Santana "apocalyptic lyric"
Wretched stumps all charred and burned - George Santayana "Cape Cod"
Slant willows by the flooded bog - George Santayana "Cape Cod"
The bread of sorrow leaven - George Santayana "Sonnet XLIV [For Thee the Sun Doth Daily Rise, and Set]"
Is my proof of heaven - George Santayana "Sonnet XLIV [For Thee the Sun Doth Daily Rise, and Set]"
A fire that hollows me out - Chris Santiago "Insurrecto"
The openings of the obvious - Tomas Sanchez Santiago "The Arrival"
At the world’s invitation - Tomas Sanchez Santiago "The Arrival"
Words of quiet silver - Tomas Sanchez Santiago "The Arrival"
The small passion of your footsteps - Tomas Sanchez Santiago "The Arrival"
Snapped sun splinters - William Saphier "Childhood Memories"
Weak sparkling assertions - William Saphier "Etchings Not to Be Read Aloud: Lights in Fog"
In an opal, opaque atmosphere - William Saphier "Etchings Not to Be Read Aloud: Lights in Fog"
Without a hint of flower or fruit - William Saphier "Etchings Not to Be Read Aloud: The Old Prize Fighter"
In one hand she bore flaming straw - Epes Sargent "The Dream of St. Theresa" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.20, no.33, Nov. 1877]
I go to quench hell, and then to burn heaven - Epes Sargent "The Dream of St. Theresa" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.20, no.33, Nov. 1877]
Make so wild an endeavor - Epes Sargent "The Dream of St. Theresa" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.20, no.33, Nov. 1877]
None of the manifold troubles that befell - Sauda "[Shall I or shall I not console my heart]" transl. by Inayat Khan and Jessie Duncan Westbrook from Hindustani Lyrics on Project Gutenberg.
Eagerly greets the shore - DJ Savarese "The Caseworker Speaks of a Good Fit"
The promise of pancakes - DJ Savarese "The Caseworker Speaks of a Good Fit"
Moves forward by glancing back - Ralph James Savarese "The Bearing Edge"
The sky sells cotton candy - Ralph James Savarese "The Bearing Edge"
The dead are breathing inside me - Maxine Scates "Look"
Slowing to the pace of the newt - Maxine Scates "Look"
Dull pink and out of stories - Philip Schaefer "Gradually Then Suddenly"
The belonging they beg for - Philip Schaefer "Gradually Then Suddenly"
Under our curtain of fire - Robert Haven Schauffler "The White Comrade"
Fingers of red-hot steel - Robert Haven Schauffler "The White Comrade"
No deluge of flame could surprise - Robert Haven Schauffler "The White Comrade"
An extinguished memory of flight - Adam Scheffler "Florence, Kentucky"
Count all the blackbirds - Adam Scheffler "Florence, Kentucky"
Unsentimental consequence of gravity - Robyn Schiff "Oak Gall Wasp"
With stories of mutual incrimination - Robyn Schiff "Oak Gall Wasp"
To break open the air with your grief - Ollie Schminkey "The First Rule of Buoyancy"
With nothing but the right pair of hands - Ollie Schminkey "The First Rule of Buoyancy"
Who fills the future with your own blood - Ollie Schminkey "The First Rule of Buoyancy"
The hummingbird loves you - Dorothea Auguste Gunhilde Schrage "Petunia Blossoms"
In a radiance of swords - Delmore Schwartz "The First Morning of the Second World"
When thought's abdication quickens - Delmore Schwartz "The First Morning of the Second World"
Silence resumes her ancient reign - Owen Seaman "Of Baiting the Lion"
Armies summoned from the grave - Don C. Seitz "Night at Gettysburg"
Their sounds a frenzied symphony - Alafia Nicole Sessions "Fable with Cyst, Celestial Being & Sacrifice"
The panther felt compelled to know the path - Alafia Nicole Sessions "Fable with Cyst, Celestial Being & Sacrifice"
Stretched a long periscope toward the multiplying horizons - Alafia Nicole Sessions "Fable with Cyst, Celestial Being & Sacrifice"
Unzipped myself from lip to heel - Alafia Nicole Sessions "Fable with Cyst, Celestial Being & Sacrifice"
Endow with changeful splendors - E. Seton "Mary, Virgin and Mother"
Queens of the Dreams, and Kings of the Shadows - Adi K. Sett "Roshanara"
A year of my life has fallen to the ground - Em Setzer "Rabbit Delusion with Desire Line" [Strange Horizons 19 May 2025]
Forget about the vines choking my heart - Em Setzer "Rabbit Delusion with Desire Line" [Strange Horizons 19 May 2025]
Does a heart really need tending? - Em Setzer "Rabbit Delusion with Desire Line" [Strange Horizons 19 May 2025]
And in the dark that's as good as living - Em Setzer "Rabbit Delusion with Desire Line" [Strange Horizons 19 May 2025]
Then changed from a beacon to a furnace - Wendy A. Shaffer "Icarus"
Did he blame Daedalus, his father? - Wendy A. Shaffer "Icarus"
The many failings of fathers and feathers - Wendy A. Shaffer "Icarus"
And laugh as we stride the storm - John Campbell Shairp "Cailleach Bein-y-Vreich"
I am the nightingale that used to sing in joy - Shamshad "[I am not singer rapt in ecstasy]" transl. by Inayat Khan and Jessie Duncan Westbrook from Hindustani Lyrics on Project Gutenberg.
The drop within the ocean hides - Shamshad "[I am not singer rapt in ecstasy]" transl. by Inayat Khan and Jessie Duncan Westbrook from Hindustani Lyrics on Project Gutenberg.
Toil on a journey that shall never cease - Shamshad "[I am not singer rapt in ecstasy]" transl. by Inayat Khan and Jessie Duncan Westbrook from Hindustani Lyrics on Project Gutenberg.
No house but the waves - Don Share "The Last Thoughts of Jeff Buckley in Memphis"
Unripe morning cut open too soon - Betsy Sharp "Alarm"
Gushes sour light across the sheets - Betsy Sharp "Alarm"
To curdle dawns uneaten skin - Betsy Sharp "Alarm"
The culverts where night squats - Betsy Sharp "Alarm"
Risen high above the star - Thomas Hall Shastid "Christmas Night"
Spectres chasing joy and brightness - Thomas Hall Shastid "The Spectres"
With grief and care the orphan only knows - W. Wallace Shaw "Passed Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]
My soul bowed down with grief and care - W. Wallace Shaw "Passed Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]
That mingled with the roar of dashing waves - W. Wallace Shaw "Passed Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]
A fair table all of the beaten gold - Frederick Sheldon "Belted Will"
Well laden wi' the yellow gold - Frederick Sheldon "Belted Will"
Give ear to the march of Time - Gilbert Sheldon "St. Anthony's Township"
Heavy and slow in the streets of ruined cities - Gilbert Sheldon "St. Anthony's Township"
Wasting to rubble and lime - Gilbert Sheldon "St. Anthony's Township"
They are furnished with bees - William Shenstone "The Shepherd's Home"
With tendrils of woodbine is bound - William Shenstone "The Shepherd's Home"
My fields in the prime of the year - William Shenstone "The Shepherd's Home"
Glitters with fishes of gold - William Shenstone "The Shepherd's Home"
The liquid light of silver moons - Nathaniel G. Shepherd "A Summer Reminiscence"
Drowned in wells of bliss - Nathaniel G. Shepherd "A Summer Reminiscence"
The bird called tomorrow - Frank Sherlock "It's Time"
Extends into infinite presence - Frank Sherlock "It's Time"
Before this stoic mockery - W.M. Shields "Once More the Dream"
Restored are joys I counted lost - W.M. Shields "Once More the Dream"
Voice I loved beyond the storm - W.M. Shields "Once More the Dream"
From Memory's generous spring - W.M. Shields "Once More the Dream"
The kerosene of grief - Sun Yung Shin "A History of Domestication"
We dream of the castaway wind - Sun Yung Shin "A History of Domestication"
Sorrow in the cries of moor-fowls - Winfield Shiras "Sonnet"
When home won't let you stay - Warsan Shire "Home"
Something more than journey - Warsan Shire "Home"
Anywhere is safer than here - Warsan Shire "Home"
And mingle with forgotten ashes - James Shirley "Death's Final Conquest"
Our blood and state are shadows - James Shirley "The Same"
Lays his icy hand on kings - James Shirley "The Same"
And blossom in their dust - James Shirley "The Same"
Cats sneered at our pathetic need for feline love - Sarah Shirley "The Joy"
Committed their soft bodies to the salt - Sarah Shirley "The Joy"
With the energy seething at the heart of an atom - Sarah Shirley "The Joy"
Listening to the curious beauty of the sound of a million voices - Sarah Shirley "The Joy"
The deep scars of love - David Shumate "Passing Through a Small Town"
One of the offices of the moon - David Shumate "Teaching a Child the Art of Confession"
From which memory slowly seeps - Iryna Shuvalova "a moving grove" transl. by Uilleam Blacker
Exposed throat of the sky - Iryna Shuvalova "a moving grove" transl. by Uilleam Blacker
The certain knot of peace - Sir Philip Sidney "Sonnet"
Are made diamonds by the sun - George Sigerson "Mo Cailin Donn"
Unveil your brilliant torches - George Sigerson "Mo Cailin Donn"
As at the bitter night of hell - Paulus Silentarius "241. ["Farewell" is on my tongue]" (translated by William Roger Paton)
Sweeter than the Sirens - Paulus Silentarius "241. ["Farewell" is on my tongue]" (translated by William Roger Paton)
On which all my soul's hopes hang - Paulus Silentarius "241. ["Farewell" is on my tongue]" (translated by William Roger Paton)
Read, written and erased - Jaime Siles "God in the Library"
The inertia of instinct - Jaime Siles "God in the Library"
Which sounds not strange to me - Edward S. Silvera "Jungle Taste" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
The beauty of the jungle and the fervidness of prayer - Edward S. Silvera "South Street (Philadephia, Pa.)" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Built pyramids along the Nile that Time has failed to rend - Edward S. Silvera "South Street (Philadephia, Pa.)" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Learn by asking all the questions - Desirae Simmons "What to Remember If I Lose My Way"
The wind steering me toward my destiny - Desirae Simmons "What to Remember If I Lose My Way"
Transmute to the juncture of perception - Margaret B. Simon "A Collective Invention Revisited"
Ensnared in the network by monetary necessity - Margaret B. Simon "A Collective Invention Revisited"
Who visited Magic Kingdom every summer - Leonora Simonovis "Little Bruja"
Who pulled my braids and boasted about meeting Mickey Mouse - Leonora Simonovis "Little Bruja"
Of its battlements of air - Helen Simpson "Aeroplane, June 6th"
When one's mind unfurls its wings - H. Simpson "'There Are Quantities of Things...'"
Sometimes raining out of spite - H. Simpson "'There Are Quantities of Things...'"
To give her July for breakfast - Marilyn Singer "Cooking for Mom"
Like the sound of the moon - Marilyn Singer "First Good Snap"
Noisy like a circus - Marilyn Singer "In the Theatre"
Cannot spare more hours - Marilyn Singer "Paint Me"
The hours of joy we now inherit - G.B. Singleton "Anacreontic"
Star of the morrow gray - John Skelton "In Praise of Isabel Pennell"
Globe perched on translucent needles - Emily Skillings "Tenant"
If you let those sleepy eyes stay closed - Mrs. L.L. Sloanaker "The Birds' Concert" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]
With my nickel in my hand - Leta V. Meyers Smart "On a Nickel"
This worse than idle habit - Leta V. Meyers Smart "A Young Man's Adventure with Opportunity"
With hands just as defiant and eager - Leta V. Meyers Smart "A Young Man's Adventure with Opportunity"
The trout in sun-warmed shallows - C. Fox Smith "Bullington"
Far from hastening Time - C. Fox Smith "Bullington"
At the storm aghast - Charlotte Smith from "Montalbert"
Cold as my Despair - Charlotte Smith from "Montalbert"
More with envy than with fear - Charlotte Smith "Sonnet LXX. (On Being Cautioned against Walking on Headland Overlooking the Sea, Because It Was Frequented by a Lunatic.)"
With too faithful art - Charlotte Smith "Sonnet XCI [I can in groups these mimic flowers compose]"
Strands pulled from the past, locked in the present - Claire Smith "Exhibits from Schneewittchen"
Ruby poppies embossed across the handle - Claire Smith "Exhibits from Schneewittchen"
Soaked with jealousy, vanity, pride - Claire Smith "Exhibits from Schneewittchen"
Flanked by all that is unfamiliar - Clint Smith "FaceTime"
That this distance was only temporary - Clint Smith "FaceTime"
Distance was only temporary - Clint Smith "FaceTime"
Dancing together soon - Clint Smith "FaceTime"
A bloody lance of heaven's displeasure - Emily Smith "Such Monstrous Births"
A sorry message on the sawdust floor - Emily Smith "Such Monstrous Births"
Twelve fingers stretching for the winter sky - Emily Smith "Such Monstrous Births"
Grow ulcers from eating loneliness - Evan Gill Smith "The Cow Speaks to the Child"
Her broken circle to restore - Lyman C. Smith "Canada to Columbia"
The sad tear may embitter the wine - R. Penn Smith "A Health to My Brother"
Plucked from the snow in spring - Richard Penn Smith "On the Death of a Young Lady"
Emblems of her sad hours - Richard Penn Smith "On the Death of a Young Lady"
Pure as a seraph's tear - Richard Penn Smith "On the Death of a Young Lady"
Untarnished by the breath of fame - S. Smith "Nancy Chime" [St. Nicholas v.V no.11, Sept. 1878]
And her career was not a faultless one - S. Smith "Nancy Chime" [St. Nicholas v.V no.11, Sept. 1878]
To bring the memory of the Nile - William Wye Smith "The Canadians on the Nile"
Where maple shadows sleep - William Wye Smith "The Canadians on the Nile"
Your shape behind a flame - Brian Sneeden "Memory is Blood Soluble"
Every name on the edge of being gone - Brian Sneeden "Memory is Blood Soluble"
A cloud of bees from the stone - Brian Sneeden "Memory is Blood Soluble"
Click like hail on a boulder - Gary Snyder "Why I Take Good Care of my Macintosh"
Identical seedpods strong on a vine - Gary Snyder "Why I Take Good Care of my Macintosh"
Dozens of pockets of gold - Gary Snyder "Why I Take Good Care of my Macintosh"
The years poured back from one cracked jar into a perfect basin - Cynthia So "The Unicorn's Question"
Without even kissing their ghosts in my dreams - Cynthia So "The Unicorn's Question"
Projecting the whole night sky of constellations - Cynthia So "The Unicorn's Question"
A swirl of stardust in pink, in purple, in blue - Cynthia So "The Unicorn's Question"
Ragged sheep huddled before the rain - Damir Šodan "Poetry in Small Language" transl. by James Meetze
That regardless of medium the message will always arrive - Damir Šodan "Poetry in Small Language" transl. by James Meetze
Gives us the keys to the kingdom of death - Edith Sodergran "Pain" transl. by Jaakko A. Ahokas
Our strange souls and curious desires - Edith Sodergran "Pain" transl. by Jaakko A. Ahokas
Neglecting the fracture on my soul - Niloufar-Lily Soltani "A Mountain on My Back"
The silent who and almighty why - Arthur Solway "What Is Not"
A knot in my most likely never - Arthur Solway "What Is Not"
Abandon our cruelties - Christopher Soto "Forgiveness"
As if earthquakes are in your hands - Christopher Soto "Forgiveness"
Hear all the rumors of the world - Carlos Soto-Roman "The Tell-Tale Heart"
But grief is ever resurrected - Lisa Russ Spaar "Driving"
More eloquent than chanted rituals - Susan M. Spalding "At Friends' Meeting" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Oct. 1878]
Slip along the endless thread of thought - Susan M. Spalding "At Friends' Meeting" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Oct. 1878]
Memories, long prisoned, find release - Susan M. Spalding "At Friends' Meeting" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Oct. 1878]
A lamp above the incorruptible table - Maria Luisa Spaziani transl. by Lynne Lawner
And for my faith reaped tares - Capt. James Sprent "A Confession of Faith" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
Columbus's doom-burdened caravels - J.C. Squire "Sonnet [There was an Indian]"
Dawn moon passing ruined forts - Ssu-k'ung Shu "The Rebellion Over, I See Off a Friend Who Is Returning North" transl. by Burton Watson
Under crowding stars to rest - Ssu-k'ung Shu "The Rebellion Over, I See Off a Friend Who Is Returning North" transl. by Burton Watson
Companion to your grieving eyes - Ssu-k'ung Shu "The Rebellion Over, I See Off a Friend Who Is Returning North" transl. by Burton Watson
Where the witch of winter walked - Ezra Hurlburt Stafford "Chinook"
My thoughts amid the golden spheres - Ezra Hurlburt Stafford "The Last Orison"
Bolted doors that lock the corridors of Time - Ezra Hurlburt Stafford "The Last Orison"
Bar the awful avenues of Space - Ezra Hurlburt Stafford "The Last Orison"
Following the wrong god home - William Stafford "A Ritual to Read to Each Other"
The parade of our mutual life - William Stafford "A Ritual to Read to Each Other"
Evidence to hang me - William Stafford "What's in My Journal"
Chasms in character - William Stafford "What's in My Journal"
As the wood without deer - Catherine Staples "Vert"
Unconsidered in verse or in song - Clemens Starck "A Brief Lecture on Door Closers"
The spring remembers how it was - Clemens Starck "A Brief Lecture on Door Closers"
Concealed beneath the threshold - Clemens Starck "A Brief Lecture on Door Closers"
And ascends flower-crowned to her vernal throne - Mrs. E.C. Stedman "Flight of the Birds" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]
From the chilling blast of Misfortune's breath - Mrs. E.C. Stedman "Flight of the Birds" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]
Just a paper giant - Evaleen Stein "The Picture-Book Giant"
Spills from cuckoo-cups - Evaleen Stein "Up, Little Ones!"
Descend again in molten drops - Gertrude Stein "Golden Bough"
In masks outrageous and austere - Gertrude Stein "Let No Charitable Hope"
Of vicious infinite regression - Leigh Stein "Based on a Book of the Same Title"
Like ghosts that never slept - Riccardo Stephens "A Ballad"
Blazing behind the utmost star - Riccardo Stephens "A Ballad"
Some strange and wandering sound - Riccardo Stephens "A Ballad"
That trod on forks of flame - Riccardo Stephens "A Ballad"
Whispering her vespers to dolls - Meghan Sterling "Chickadee"
A revelation on a spring morning - Meghan Sterling "Chickadee"
The sweetest hope wherewith its paths are lit - Stuart Sterne "Into Thy Hands" [Lippincott's Magazine, Sept. 1885]
Into the hands whence leap the hurling tempest - Stuart Sterne "Into Thy Hands" [Lippincott's Magazine, Sept. 1885]
Of the deep life beyond this pallid sun - Stuart Sterne "Into Thy Hands" [Lippincott's Magazine, Sept. 1885]
All our lost jewels shall be found once more - Stuart Sterne "Into Thy Hands" [Lippincott's Magazine, Sept. 1885]
One day nearer to the sea - Ruth Sterry "Salutation"
Great Achilles crumbling on his pyre - Phillips Stewart "De Profundis"
Without care or coaxing - Kate R. Stiles "Clover Blossoms"
The wild deer and the wolf - Kate R. Stiles "Lake Quinsigamond"
Our cup is upside down - Kate R. Stiles "Lines Written on a Stormy Night"
On borrowed pinions soar - Benjamin Stillingfleet "Sonnet"
Calls thy thread misspun - Benjamin Stillingfleet "Sonnet"
Above the reach of vulgar flight - Benjamin Stillingfleet "Sonnet"
The extremest skirts of glory sees - Benjamin Stillingfleet "Sonnet"
Show of them that long dead came - Th. Stoker "Heaven" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.365, 11 April 1829]
To misconceive of all enticing art - Th. Stoker "Heaven" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.365, 11 April 1829]
To number blue infinities of bliss - Francis G. Stokes "Blue Moonshine"
Fret and toil to bring cold water to a boil - S.C. Stone "Sing-a-Sing!" [St. Nicholas v.V no.2, Dec. 1877]
The passionate pleasure of motion - Alfonsina Storni "Running Water" (translated by Muna Lee)
Whose streams rise from eternity - Speer Strahan C.S.C. "The Promised Country"
Where Azrael reaps a full harvest - Barry Straton "Charity"
Wanted to be a sieve - Dao Strom "Instrument"
Of your own nervous blood - Dao Strom "Instrument"
A bird-wing desire - Dao Strom "Instrument"
Scarcely reached her gates of woe - Charles Strong "Thrasymene"
When candle-flames burn blue - G.B. Stuart "Haunted"
While death patiently paces the sky - SM Stubbs "Faith"
Mind was a prison - Melissa Studdard "Everyone in Me Is a Bird"
Trapped between papered walls - Melissa Studdard "Everyone in Me Is a Bird"
Levitated at the burning - Melissa Studdard "Everyone in Me Is a Bird"
A birdcage with wings - Melissa Studdard "Everyone in Me Is a Bird"
Where can I go to speak my sadness? - Su Shih "A Dream of You" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Always covered with dust of the road - Su Shih "A Dream of You" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
In a dream last night I came home - Su Shih "A Dream of You" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Never broken by doubt - General Su Wu "To His Wife" (translated by Arthur Waley)
Tethering at the edge of psychosis - Patricia Omozele Sukore "Where Did the Cockerel Story Start?"
Illumination leaves its shadow in our care - Patricia Omozele Sukore "Where Did the Cockerel Story Start?"
Bright throne in her sorrowing heart - J.T.S. Sullivan "Elizabeth"
Cannot bear the song of the cuckoo - Sun Yun-feng "The Trail Up Wu Gorge" transl. by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung
Riding home on the back of an ox - Sun Yun-feng "The Trail Up Wu Gorge" transl. by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung
Most of what I know is contagious - Joyce Sutphen "The Temptation to Invent"
Parts of my heart are missing - Joyce Sutphen "The Temptation to Invent"
My way of turning away from the past - Joyce Sutphen "The Temptation to Invent"
The future is strewn with the roses of hope - Miss Caroline E. Sutton "The Past" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
Peopled with phantoms too brilliant to last - Miss Caroline E. Sutton "The Past" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
A banner of gold to the summer wind cast - Miss Caroline E. Sutton "The Past" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
One touch of the present dissolves the light dream - Miss Caroline E. Sutton "The Past" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
Built for the sunlight and not for the storm - Charles Swain "The Ship 'Extravagance'" [International Weekly Miscellany v.1 no.2, July 1850]
As if fortune's rich tide never ebbed - Charles Swain "The Ship 'Extravagance'" [International Weekly Miscellany v.1 no.2, July 1850]
At night when her gold-light is spent - Charles Swain "The Ship 'Extravagance'" [International Weekly Miscellany v.1 no.2, July 1850]
Bounty of the grape-crowned year - Caroline D. Swan "Stars of Cheer"
Old as Lebanon cedars - Marguerite Swawite "I Am Woman"
Pink with the dawn of my promise - Marguerite Swawite "I Am Woman"
Soft with sweet cadence - Marguerite Swawite "I Am Woman"
Up and down the funnels of evolution - Chad Sweeney "Prophecy of a Monday"
Wake in a labyrinth called Monday - Chad Sweeney "Prophecy of a Monday"
Dissolving in ghost water - Chad Sweeney "Prophecy of a Monday"
Though the painting grows decayed - Jonathan Swift "Stella's Birthday. 1720"
Best charge and bravest retreat - Sir P. Sydney "A Kiss" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]
Best charge and bravest retreat in Cupid's fight - Sir P. Sydney "A Kiss" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]
A double key which opens to the heart - Sir P. Sydney "A Kiss" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]
Petty death where each in other live - Sir P. Sydney "A Kiss" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]
The countenance and gestures of Mercy - J. Sylvester "Mercy and Justice" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]
Bears the sword of vengeance unrelenting - J. Sylvester "Mercy and Justice" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]
Brings pardon for the true repenting - J. Sylvester "Mercy and Justice" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]
Who would come out of my cocoons - Wislawa Szymborska [Untitled] transl. by Czeslaw Milosz
Who possessed the grace of disappearing - Wislawa Szymborska [Untitled] transl. by Czeslaw Milosz
Full of swarming pins - Wislawa Szymborska [Untitled] transl. by Czeslaw Milosz
Their houses carved into his lungs - Milo K. Szyszka "A Tale of Moths and Home (of Bones and Breathing) (of Extrinsic Restrictive Lung Disease)"
Filled with the eyes of their wings - Milo K. Szyszka "A Tale of Moths and Home (of Bones and Breathing) (of Extrinsic Restrictive Lung Disease)"
A night when dusk never comes - Milo K. Szyszka "A Tale of Moths and Home (of Bones and Breathing) (of Extrinsic Restrictive Lung Disease)"
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No doubts disturb us, no fears annoy - J.B.S. [James Brown per the poet's bio at the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site.] "The Two Seas" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.155, v.III, 18 Dec. 1886]
Whether our sleep be the first or last - J.B.S. [James Brown per the poet's bio at the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site.] "The Two Seas" [Chamber's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.155, v.III, 18 Dec. 1886]
The strong wind whistles in his desert caves - S.S. "Rejoice" [Graham's Magazine v.XXI no.4, Oct. 1842]
Unloved in the hourglass of dust - Nelly Sachs [Untitled] transl. by Ruth and Matthew Mead
Broken snail shells bearing emptiness on their back - Nelly Sachs [Untitled] transl. by Michael Roloff
Run from labyrinths of longing - Nelly Sachs [Untitled] transl. by Michael Roloff
Between the King and Queen of Swords - Sydney Sackett "After a Line from Bob Dylan's 'Changing of the Guards'"
Always willing to move one place along - Sydney Sackett "After a Line from Bob Dylan's 'Changing of the Guards'"
What did I owe a world that made no sense - Sydney Sackett "After a Line from Bob Dylan's 'Changing of the Guards'"
The looking glass burned beacon for me - Sydney Sackett "After a Line from Bob Dylan's 'Changing of the Guards'"
The too great complication of what it is to live - James Sacré "One day writing will become too difficult" transl. by Youmna Chamieh
No one will be able to truly hear them - James Sacré "One day writing will become too difficult" transl. by Youmna Chamieh
Within ruins of time and friendship - James Sacré "One day writing will become too difficult" transl. by Youmna Chamieh
In the season of walnuts - Zohra Saed "Walnuts in Nangarhar"
Wind in the shadow of time - Gilbert Saenz "Dream Journey"
The next enchanted cross street - Gilbert Saenz "Mystic Avenues"
Searched among ghosts - Assotto Saint "The Geography of Poetry: For Ntozake Shange"
the land remembering its tragedies - Rachelle Saint Louis "Manman Ak Pitit"
the aftermath of failed coping mechanisms - Rachelle Saint Louis "Manman Ak Pitit"
the toxins of past memories - Rachelle Saint Louis "Manman Ak Pitit"
Thoughts ugly as clothespins - Leslie Sainz "Sonnet for Ochun"
Walked my plank of uncertainties - Leslie Sainz "Sonnet for Ochun"
In the wet air of the future - Leslie Sainz "Sonnet for Ochun"
In danger of forgetting the cranes - Marjorie Saiser "Crane Migration, Platte River"
Their black wavering lines in the sky - Marjorie Saiser "Crane Migration, Platte River"
The wind intermittent in our faces - Marjorie Saiser "Crane Migration, Platte River"
The distance between histories - Omar Sakr "Where I am Not"
Even my dreams of tenderness - Omar Sakr "Where I am Not"
Let life replace memory - Omar Sakr "Where I am Not"
Wearing her best crow feathers - Elly Luisa Salah "Wedding Party ... Featuring, My Mother"
Caught hunting mosquitoes - Abdulrazaq Salihu "Aurora Borealis and Aurora Australis"
Catch all the auroras before they fall - Abdulrazaq Salihu "Aurora Borealis and Aurora Australis"
The only thing whispering darkness into my mother's eyes - Abdulrazaq Salihu "Aurora Borealis and Aurora Australis"
Till all the rooms of warmth fill with smoke - Abdulrazaq Salihu "Aurora Borealis and Aurora Australis"
Laden with fruits of the earth - Edna K. Saloomey "My Lebanon"
Ablaze with myriad flowers - Edna K. Saloomey "My Lebanon"
Lovelier than gossamer dreams - Edna K. Saloomey "My Lebanon"
Anchors for kin to hold on to - Mona Lisa Saloy "God Was Willing Sis: I'm Home"
Where she curled in shadow - Mary Jo Salter "The Upper Story"
No trespass can erase - Mary Jo Salter "The Upper Story"
Not wholly fed by fear - Mary Jo Salter "The Upper Story"
A lower form of immortality - Mary Jo Salter "The Upper Story"
The queen of impossible tasks - Sofia Samatar "The Death of Araweilo"
Her manicured nails were of glass - Sofia Samatar "The Death of Araweilo"
Twin vortices in her black sunglasses - Sofia Samatar "The Death of Araweilo"
An act of deliberate volatility - Metta Same "Fish & Duck Skills"
And scandal was free - Metta Same "Fish & Duck Skills"
The deepest caverns of my soul - San Juan de la Cruz (translated by Roy Campbell) "Song of the soul in intimate communication and union with the love of God"
The sound of honeybees and monarchy - Cintia Santana "apocalyptic lyric"
Still he writes an encore - Cintia Santana "apocalyptic lyric"
The lyric a border wall - Cintia Santana "apocalyptic lyric"
Wretched stumps all charred and burned - George Santayana "Cape Cod"
Slant willows by the flooded bog - George Santayana "Cape Cod"
The bread of sorrow leaven - George Santayana "Sonnet XLIV [For Thee the Sun Doth Daily Rise, and Set]"
Is my proof of heaven - George Santayana "Sonnet XLIV [For Thee the Sun Doth Daily Rise, and Set]"
A fire that hollows me out - Chris Santiago "Insurrecto"
The openings of the obvious - Tomas Sanchez Santiago "The Arrival"
At the world’s invitation - Tomas Sanchez Santiago "The Arrival"
Words of quiet silver - Tomas Sanchez Santiago "The Arrival"
The small passion of your footsteps - Tomas Sanchez Santiago "The Arrival"
Snapped sun splinters - William Saphier "Childhood Memories"
Weak sparkling assertions - William Saphier "Etchings Not to Be Read Aloud: Lights in Fog"
In an opal, opaque atmosphere - William Saphier "Etchings Not to Be Read Aloud: Lights in Fog"
Without a hint of flower or fruit - William Saphier "Etchings Not to Be Read Aloud: The Old Prize Fighter"
In one hand she bore flaming straw - Epes Sargent "The Dream of St. Theresa" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.20, no.33, Nov. 1877]
I go to quench hell, and then to burn heaven - Epes Sargent "The Dream of St. Theresa" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.20, no.33, Nov. 1877]
Make so wild an endeavor - Epes Sargent "The Dream of St. Theresa" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.20, no.33, Nov. 1877]
None of the manifold troubles that befell - Sauda "[Shall I or shall I not console my heart]" transl. by Inayat Khan and Jessie Duncan Westbrook from Hindustani Lyrics on Project Gutenberg.
Eagerly greets the shore - DJ Savarese "The Caseworker Speaks of a Good Fit"
The promise of pancakes - DJ Savarese "The Caseworker Speaks of a Good Fit"
Moves forward by glancing back - Ralph James Savarese "The Bearing Edge"
The sky sells cotton candy - Ralph James Savarese "The Bearing Edge"
The dead are breathing inside me - Maxine Scates "Look"
Slowing to the pace of the newt - Maxine Scates "Look"
Dull pink and out of stories - Philip Schaefer "Gradually Then Suddenly"
The belonging they beg for - Philip Schaefer "Gradually Then Suddenly"
Under our curtain of fire - Robert Haven Schauffler "The White Comrade"
Fingers of red-hot steel - Robert Haven Schauffler "The White Comrade"
No deluge of flame could surprise - Robert Haven Schauffler "The White Comrade"
An extinguished memory of flight - Adam Scheffler "Florence, Kentucky"
Count all the blackbirds - Adam Scheffler "Florence, Kentucky"
Unsentimental consequence of gravity - Robyn Schiff "Oak Gall Wasp"
With stories of mutual incrimination - Robyn Schiff "Oak Gall Wasp"
To break open the air with your grief - Ollie Schminkey "The First Rule of Buoyancy"
With nothing but the right pair of hands - Ollie Schminkey "The First Rule of Buoyancy"
Who fills the future with your own blood - Ollie Schminkey "The First Rule of Buoyancy"
The hummingbird loves you - Dorothea Auguste Gunhilde Schrage "Petunia Blossoms"
In a radiance of swords - Delmore Schwartz "The First Morning of the Second World"
When thought's abdication quickens - Delmore Schwartz "The First Morning of the Second World"
Silence resumes her ancient reign - Owen Seaman "Of Baiting the Lion"
Armies summoned from the grave - Don C. Seitz "Night at Gettysburg"
Their sounds a frenzied symphony - Alafia Nicole Sessions "Fable with Cyst, Celestial Being & Sacrifice"
The panther felt compelled to know the path - Alafia Nicole Sessions "Fable with Cyst, Celestial Being & Sacrifice"
Stretched a long periscope toward the multiplying horizons - Alafia Nicole Sessions "Fable with Cyst, Celestial Being & Sacrifice"
Unzipped myself from lip to heel - Alafia Nicole Sessions "Fable with Cyst, Celestial Being & Sacrifice"
Endow with changeful splendors - E. Seton "Mary, Virgin and Mother"
Queens of the Dreams, and Kings of the Shadows - Adi K. Sett "Roshanara"
A year of my life has fallen to the ground - Em Setzer "Rabbit Delusion with Desire Line" [Strange Horizons 19 May 2025]
Forget about the vines choking my heart - Em Setzer "Rabbit Delusion with Desire Line" [Strange Horizons 19 May 2025]
Does a heart really need tending? - Em Setzer "Rabbit Delusion with Desire Line" [Strange Horizons 19 May 2025]
And in the dark that's as good as living - Em Setzer "Rabbit Delusion with Desire Line" [Strange Horizons 19 May 2025]
Then changed from a beacon to a furnace - Wendy A. Shaffer "Icarus"
Did he blame Daedalus, his father? - Wendy A. Shaffer "Icarus"
The many failings of fathers and feathers - Wendy A. Shaffer "Icarus"
And laugh as we stride the storm - John Campbell Shairp "Cailleach Bein-y-Vreich"
I am the nightingale that used to sing in joy - Shamshad "[I am not singer rapt in ecstasy]" transl. by Inayat Khan and Jessie Duncan Westbrook from Hindustani Lyrics on Project Gutenberg.
The drop within the ocean hides - Shamshad "[I am not singer rapt in ecstasy]" transl. by Inayat Khan and Jessie Duncan Westbrook from Hindustani Lyrics on Project Gutenberg.
Toil on a journey that shall never cease - Shamshad "[I am not singer rapt in ecstasy]" transl. by Inayat Khan and Jessie Duncan Westbrook from Hindustani Lyrics on Project Gutenberg.
No house but the waves - Don Share "The Last Thoughts of Jeff Buckley in Memphis"
Unripe morning cut open too soon - Betsy Sharp "Alarm"
Gushes sour light across the sheets - Betsy Sharp "Alarm"
To curdle dawns uneaten skin - Betsy Sharp "Alarm"
The culverts where night squats - Betsy Sharp "Alarm"
Risen high above the star - Thomas Hall Shastid "Christmas Night"
Spectres chasing joy and brightness - Thomas Hall Shastid "The Spectres"
With grief and care the orphan only knows - W. Wallace Shaw "Passed Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]
My soul bowed down with grief and care - W. Wallace Shaw "Passed Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]
That mingled with the roar of dashing waves - W. Wallace Shaw "Passed Away" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]
A fair table all of the beaten gold - Frederick Sheldon "Belted Will"
Well laden wi' the yellow gold - Frederick Sheldon "Belted Will"
Give ear to the march of Time - Gilbert Sheldon "St. Anthony's Township"
Heavy and slow in the streets of ruined cities - Gilbert Sheldon "St. Anthony's Township"
Wasting to rubble and lime - Gilbert Sheldon "St. Anthony's Township"
They are furnished with bees - William Shenstone "The Shepherd's Home"
With tendrils of woodbine is bound - William Shenstone "The Shepherd's Home"
My fields in the prime of the year - William Shenstone "The Shepherd's Home"
Glitters with fishes of gold - William Shenstone "The Shepherd's Home"
The liquid light of silver moons - Nathaniel G. Shepherd "A Summer Reminiscence"
Drowned in wells of bliss - Nathaniel G. Shepherd "A Summer Reminiscence"
The bird called tomorrow - Frank Sherlock "It's Time"
Extends into infinite presence - Frank Sherlock "It's Time"
Before this stoic mockery - W.M. Shields "Once More the Dream"
Restored are joys I counted lost - W.M. Shields "Once More the Dream"
Voice I loved beyond the storm - W.M. Shields "Once More the Dream"
From Memory's generous spring - W.M. Shields "Once More the Dream"
The kerosene of grief - Sun Yung Shin "A History of Domestication"
We dream of the castaway wind - Sun Yung Shin "A History of Domestication"
Sorrow in the cries of moor-fowls - Winfield Shiras "Sonnet"
When home won't let you stay - Warsan Shire "Home"
Something more than journey - Warsan Shire "Home"
Anywhere is safer than here - Warsan Shire "Home"
And mingle with forgotten ashes - James Shirley "Death's Final Conquest"
Our blood and state are shadows - James Shirley "The Same"
Lays his icy hand on kings - James Shirley "The Same"
And blossom in their dust - James Shirley "The Same"
Cats sneered at our pathetic need for feline love - Sarah Shirley "The Joy"
Committed their soft bodies to the salt - Sarah Shirley "The Joy"
With the energy seething at the heart of an atom - Sarah Shirley "The Joy"
Listening to the curious beauty of the sound of a million voices - Sarah Shirley "The Joy"
The deep scars of love - David Shumate "Passing Through a Small Town"
One of the offices of the moon - David Shumate "Teaching a Child the Art of Confession"
From which memory slowly seeps - Iryna Shuvalova "a moving grove" transl. by Uilleam Blacker
Exposed throat of the sky - Iryna Shuvalova "a moving grove" transl. by Uilleam Blacker
The certain knot of peace - Sir Philip Sidney "Sonnet"
Are made diamonds by the sun - George Sigerson "Mo Cailin Donn"
Unveil your brilliant torches - George Sigerson "Mo Cailin Donn"
As at the bitter night of hell - Paulus Silentarius "241. ["Farewell" is on my tongue]" (translated by William Roger Paton)
Sweeter than the Sirens - Paulus Silentarius "241. ["Farewell" is on my tongue]" (translated by William Roger Paton)
On which all my soul's hopes hang - Paulus Silentarius "241. ["Farewell" is on my tongue]" (translated by William Roger Paton)
Read, written and erased - Jaime Siles "God in the Library"
The inertia of instinct - Jaime Siles "God in the Library"
Which sounds not strange to me - Edward S. Silvera "Jungle Taste" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
The beauty of the jungle and the fervidness of prayer - Edward S. Silvera "South Street (Philadephia, Pa.)" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Built pyramids along the Nile that Time has failed to rend - Edward S. Silvera "South Street (Philadephia, Pa.)" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Learn by asking all the questions - Desirae Simmons "What to Remember If I Lose My Way"
The wind steering me toward my destiny - Desirae Simmons "What to Remember If I Lose My Way"
Transmute to the juncture of perception - Margaret B. Simon "A Collective Invention Revisited"
Ensnared in the network by monetary necessity - Margaret B. Simon "A Collective Invention Revisited"
Who visited Magic Kingdom every summer - Leonora Simonovis "Little Bruja"
Who pulled my braids and boasted about meeting Mickey Mouse - Leonora Simonovis "Little Bruja"
Of its battlements of air - Helen Simpson "Aeroplane, June 6th"
When one's mind unfurls its wings - H. Simpson "'There Are Quantities of Things...'"
Sometimes raining out of spite - H. Simpson "'There Are Quantities of Things...'"
To give her July for breakfast - Marilyn Singer "Cooking for Mom"
Like the sound of the moon - Marilyn Singer "First Good Snap"
Noisy like a circus - Marilyn Singer "In the Theatre"
Cannot spare more hours - Marilyn Singer "Paint Me"
The hours of joy we now inherit - G.B. Singleton "Anacreontic"
Star of the morrow gray - John Skelton "In Praise of Isabel Pennell"
Globe perched on translucent needles - Emily Skillings "Tenant"
If you let those sleepy eyes stay closed - Mrs. L.L. Sloanaker "The Birds' Concert" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]
With my nickel in my hand - Leta V. Meyers Smart "On a Nickel"
This worse than idle habit - Leta V. Meyers Smart "A Young Man's Adventure with Opportunity"
With hands just as defiant and eager - Leta V. Meyers Smart "A Young Man's Adventure with Opportunity"
The trout in sun-warmed shallows - C. Fox Smith "Bullington"
Far from hastening Time - C. Fox Smith "Bullington"
At the storm aghast - Charlotte Smith from "Montalbert"
Cold as my Despair - Charlotte Smith from "Montalbert"
More with envy than with fear - Charlotte Smith "Sonnet LXX. (On Being Cautioned against Walking on Headland Overlooking the Sea, Because It Was Frequented by a Lunatic.)"
With too faithful art - Charlotte Smith "Sonnet XCI [I can in groups these mimic flowers compose]"
Strands pulled from the past, locked in the present - Claire Smith "Exhibits from Schneewittchen"
Ruby poppies embossed across the handle - Claire Smith "Exhibits from Schneewittchen"
Soaked with jealousy, vanity, pride - Claire Smith "Exhibits from Schneewittchen"
Flanked by all that is unfamiliar - Clint Smith "FaceTime"
That this distance was only temporary - Clint Smith "FaceTime"
Distance was only temporary - Clint Smith "FaceTime"
Dancing together soon - Clint Smith "FaceTime"
A bloody lance of heaven's displeasure - Emily Smith "Such Monstrous Births"
A sorry message on the sawdust floor - Emily Smith "Such Monstrous Births"
Twelve fingers stretching for the winter sky - Emily Smith "Such Monstrous Births"
Grow ulcers from eating loneliness - Evan Gill Smith "The Cow Speaks to the Child"
Her broken circle to restore - Lyman C. Smith "Canada to Columbia"
The sad tear may embitter the wine - R. Penn Smith "A Health to My Brother"
Plucked from the snow in spring - Richard Penn Smith "On the Death of a Young Lady"
Emblems of her sad hours - Richard Penn Smith "On the Death of a Young Lady"
Pure as a seraph's tear - Richard Penn Smith "On the Death of a Young Lady"
Untarnished by the breath of fame - S. Smith "Nancy Chime" [St. Nicholas v.V no.11, Sept. 1878]
And her career was not a faultless one - S. Smith "Nancy Chime" [St. Nicholas v.V no.11, Sept. 1878]
To bring the memory of the Nile - William Wye Smith "The Canadians on the Nile"
Where maple shadows sleep - William Wye Smith "The Canadians on the Nile"
Your shape behind a flame - Brian Sneeden "Memory is Blood Soluble"
Every name on the edge of being gone - Brian Sneeden "Memory is Blood Soluble"
A cloud of bees from the stone - Brian Sneeden "Memory is Blood Soluble"
Click like hail on a boulder - Gary Snyder "Why I Take Good Care of my Macintosh"
Identical seedpods strong on a vine - Gary Snyder "Why I Take Good Care of my Macintosh"
Dozens of pockets of gold - Gary Snyder "Why I Take Good Care of my Macintosh"
The years poured back from one cracked jar into a perfect basin - Cynthia So "The Unicorn's Question"
Without even kissing their ghosts in my dreams - Cynthia So "The Unicorn's Question"
Projecting the whole night sky of constellations - Cynthia So "The Unicorn's Question"
A swirl of stardust in pink, in purple, in blue - Cynthia So "The Unicorn's Question"
Ragged sheep huddled before the rain - Damir Šodan "Poetry in Small Language" transl. by James Meetze
That regardless of medium the message will always arrive - Damir Šodan "Poetry in Small Language" transl. by James Meetze
Gives us the keys to the kingdom of death - Edith Sodergran "Pain" transl. by Jaakko A. Ahokas
Our strange souls and curious desires - Edith Sodergran "Pain" transl. by Jaakko A. Ahokas
Neglecting the fracture on my soul - Niloufar-Lily Soltani "A Mountain on My Back"
The silent who and almighty why - Arthur Solway "What Is Not"
A knot in my most likely never - Arthur Solway "What Is Not"
Abandon our cruelties - Christopher Soto "Forgiveness"
As if earthquakes are in your hands - Christopher Soto "Forgiveness"
Hear all the rumors of the world - Carlos Soto-Roman "The Tell-Tale Heart"
But grief is ever resurrected - Lisa Russ Spaar "Driving"
More eloquent than chanted rituals - Susan M. Spalding "At Friends' Meeting" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Oct. 1878]
Slip along the endless thread of thought - Susan M. Spalding "At Friends' Meeting" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Oct. 1878]
Memories, long prisoned, find release - Susan M. Spalding "At Friends' Meeting" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.22, Oct. 1878]
A lamp above the incorruptible table - Maria Luisa Spaziani transl. by Lynne Lawner
And for my faith reaped tares - Capt. James Sprent "A Confession of Faith" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
Columbus's doom-burdened caravels - J.C. Squire "Sonnet [There was an Indian]"
Dawn moon passing ruined forts - Ssu-k'ung Shu "The Rebellion Over, I See Off a Friend Who Is Returning North" transl. by Burton Watson
Under crowding stars to rest - Ssu-k'ung Shu "The Rebellion Over, I See Off a Friend Who Is Returning North" transl. by Burton Watson
Companion to your grieving eyes - Ssu-k'ung Shu "The Rebellion Over, I See Off a Friend Who Is Returning North" transl. by Burton Watson
Where the witch of winter walked - Ezra Hurlburt Stafford "Chinook"
My thoughts amid the golden spheres - Ezra Hurlburt Stafford "The Last Orison"
Bolted doors that lock the corridors of Time - Ezra Hurlburt Stafford "The Last Orison"
Bar the awful avenues of Space - Ezra Hurlburt Stafford "The Last Orison"
Following the wrong god home - William Stafford "A Ritual to Read to Each Other"
The parade of our mutual life - William Stafford "A Ritual to Read to Each Other"
Evidence to hang me - William Stafford "What's in My Journal"
Chasms in character - William Stafford "What's in My Journal"
As the wood without deer - Catherine Staples "Vert"
Unconsidered in verse or in song - Clemens Starck "A Brief Lecture on Door Closers"
The spring remembers how it was - Clemens Starck "A Brief Lecture on Door Closers"
Concealed beneath the threshold - Clemens Starck "A Brief Lecture on Door Closers"
And ascends flower-crowned to her vernal throne - Mrs. E.C. Stedman "Flight of the Birds" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]
From the chilling blast of Misfortune's breath - Mrs. E.C. Stedman "Flight of the Birds" [Graham's Magazine v.XIX no.5, Nov. 1841]
Just a paper giant - Evaleen Stein "The Picture-Book Giant"
Spills from cuckoo-cups - Evaleen Stein "Up, Little Ones!"
Descend again in molten drops - Gertrude Stein "Golden Bough"
In masks outrageous and austere - Gertrude Stein "Let No Charitable Hope"
Of vicious infinite regression - Leigh Stein "Based on a Book of the Same Title"
Like ghosts that never slept - Riccardo Stephens "A Ballad"
Blazing behind the utmost star - Riccardo Stephens "A Ballad"
Some strange and wandering sound - Riccardo Stephens "A Ballad"
That trod on forks of flame - Riccardo Stephens "A Ballad"
Whispering her vespers to dolls - Meghan Sterling "Chickadee"
A revelation on a spring morning - Meghan Sterling "Chickadee"
The sweetest hope wherewith its paths are lit - Stuart Sterne "Into Thy Hands" [Lippincott's Magazine, Sept. 1885]
Into the hands whence leap the hurling tempest - Stuart Sterne "Into Thy Hands" [Lippincott's Magazine, Sept. 1885]
Of the deep life beyond this pallid sun - Stuart Sterne "Into Thy Hands" [Lippincott's Magazine, Sept. 1885]
All our lost jewels shall be found once more - Stuart Sterne "Into Thy Hands" [Lippincott's Magazine, Sept. 1885]
One day nearer to the sea - Ruth Sterry "Salutation"
Great Achilles crumbling on his pyre - Phillips Stewart "De Profundis"
Without care or coaxing - Kate R. Stiles "Clover Blossoms"
The wild deer and the wolf - Kate R. Stiles "Lake Quinsigamond"
Our cup is upside down - Kate R. Stiles "Lines Written on a Stormy Night"
On borrowed pinions soar - Benjamin Stillingfleet "Sonnet"
Calls thy thread misspun - Benjamin Stillingfleet "Sonnet"
Above the reach of vulgar flight - Benjamin Stillingfleet "Sonnet"
The extremest skirts of glory sees - Benjamin Stillingfleet "Sonnet"
Show of them that long dead came - Th. Stoker "Heaven" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.365, 11 April 1829]
To misconceive of all enticing art - Th. Stoker "Heaven" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.365, 11 April 1829]
To number blue infinities of bliss - Francis G. Stokes "Blue Moonshine"
Fret and toil to bring cold water to a boil - S.C. Stone "Sing-a-Sing!" [St. Nicholas v.V no.2, Dec. 1877]
The passionate pleasure of motion - Alfonsina Storni "Running Water" (translated by Muna Lee)
Whose streams rise from eternity - Speer Strahan C.S.C. "The Promised Country"
Where Azrael reaps a full harvest - Barry Straton "Charity"
Wanted to be a sieve - Dao Strom "Instrument"
Of your own nervous blood - Dao Strom "Instrument"
A bird-wing desire - Dao Strom "Instrument"
Scarcely reached her gates of woe - Charles Strong "Thrasymene"
When candle-flames burn blue - G.B. Stuart "Haunted"
While death patiently paces the sky - SM Stubbs "Faith"
Mind was a prison - Melissa Studdard "Everyone in Me Is a Bird"
Trapped between papered walls - Melissa Studdard "Everyone in Me Is a Bird"
Levitated at the burning - Melissa Studdard "Everyone in Me Is a Bird"
A birdcage with wings - Melissa Studdard "Everyone in Me Is a Bird"
Where can I go to speak my sadness? - Su Shih "A Dream of You" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Always covered with dust of the road - Su Shih "A Dream of You" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
In a dream last night I came home - Su Shih "A Dream of You" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Never broken by doubt - General Su Wu "To His Wife" (translated by Arthur Waley)
Tethering at the edge of psychosis - Patricia Omozele Sukore "Where Did the Cockerel Story Start?"
Illumination leaves its shadow in our care - Patricia Omozele Sukore "Where Did the Cockerel Story Start?"
Bright throne in her sorrowing heart - J.T.S. Sullivan "Elizabeth"
Cannot bear the song of the cuckoo - Sun Yun-feng "The Trail Up Wu Gorge" transl. by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung
Riding home on the back of an ox - Sun Yun-feng "The Trail Up Wu Gorge" transl. by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung
Most of what I know is contagious - Joyce Sutphen "The Temptation to Invent"
Parts of my heart are missing - Joyce Sutphen "The Temptation to Invent"
My way of turning away from the past - Joyce Sutphen "The Temptation to Invent"
The future is strewn with the roses of hope - Miss Caroline E. Sutton "The Past" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
Peopled with phantoms too brilliant to last - Miss Caroline E. Sutton "The Past" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
A banner of gold to the summer wind cast - Miss Caroline E. Sutton "The Past" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
One touch of the present dissolves the light dream - Miss Caroline E. Sutton "The Past" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
Built for the sunlight and not for the storm - Charles Swain "The Ship 'Extravagance'" [International Weekly Miscellany v.1 no.2, July 1850]
As if fortune's rich tide never ebbed - Charles Swain "The Ship 'Extravagance'" [International Weekly Miscellany v.1 no.2, July 1850]
At night when her gold-light is spent - Charles Swain "The Ship 'Extravagance'" [International Weekly Miscellany v.1 no.2, July 1850]
Bounty of the grape-crowned year - Caroline D. Swan "Stars of Cheer"
Old as Lebanon cedars - Marguerite Swawite "I Am Woman"
Pink with the dawn of my promise - Marguerite Swawite "I Am Woman"
Soft with sweet cadence - Marguerite Swawite "I Am Woman"
Up and down the funnels of evolution - Chad Sweeney "Prophecy of a Monday"
Wake in a labyrinth called Monday - Chad Sweeney "Prophecy of a Monday"
Dissolving in ghost water - Chad Sweeney "Prophecy of a Monday"
Though the painting grows decayed - Jonathan Swift "Stella's Birthday. 1720"
Best charge and bravest retreat - Sir P. Sydney "A Kiss" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]
Best charge and bravest retreat in Cupid's fight - Sir P. Sydney "A Kiss" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]
A double key which opens to the heart - Sir P. Sydney "A Kiss" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]
Petty death where each in other live - Sir P. Sydney "A Kiss" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]
The countenance and gestures of Mercy - J. Sylvester "Mercy and Justice" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]
Bears the sword of vengeance unrelenting - J. Sylvester "Mercy and Justice" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]
Brings pardon for the true repenting - J. Sylvester "Mercy and Justice" [Mirror of Literature v.13 issue 358, Feb. 1829.]
Who would come out of my cocoons - Wislawa Szymborska [Untitled] transl. by Czeslaw Milosz
Who possessed the grace of disappearing - Wislawa Szymborska [Untitled] transl. by Czeslaw Milosz
Full of swarming pins - Wislawa Szymborska [Untitled] transl. by Czeslaw Milosz
Their houses carved into his lungs - Milo K. Szyszka "A Tale of Moths and Home (of Bones and Breathing) (of Extrinsic Restrictive Lung Disease)"
Filled with the eyes of their wings - Milo K. Szyszka "A Tale of Moths and Home (of Bones and Breathing) (of Extrinsic Restrictive Lung Disease)"
A night when dusk never comes - Milo K. Szyszka "A Tale of Moths and Home (of Bones and Breathing) (of Extrinsic Restrictive Lung Disease)"
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