Rose, The (by: Isabella Valancy Crawford (1850-1887)) The Rose was given to man for this: He, sudden seeing it in later years, Should swift remember Love's first lingering kiss And Grief's last lingering tears; continue reading
Satin Dress, The (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) Needle, needle, dip and dart, Thrusting up and down, Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown? continue reading
Sea Rose (by: Hilda Doolittle (1886 - 1961)) Stunted, with small leaf, You are flung on the sand, You are lifted In the crisp sand That drives in the wind. continue reading
Severed Selves (by: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882)) Two separate divided silences, Which, brought together, would find loving voice; Two glances which together would rejoice... continue reading
She Is Overheard Singing (by: Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)) Oh, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth, But my true love's a rover! continue reading
She Walks In Beauty (by: Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)) She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright... continue reading
Sick Rose, The (by: William Blake (1757 - 1827)) O rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night... continue reading
Sisterly Love (by: Jill Lemming) I know I haven't always been as kind as I should be... and I know I haven't always done what you wanted most for me. continue reading
