Stephen Vincent Benet

(1898 - 1943 / Pennsylvania / United States)

Stephen Vincent Benet Poems

1. Minor Litany 8/31/2015
2. The Falconer Of God 3/30/2010
3. Rain After A Vaudeville Show 1/3/2003
4. Nos Immortales 1/3/2003
5. Three Day's Ride 3/30/2010
6. The General Public 1/3/2003
7. The City Revisited 1/3/2003
8. Portrait Of A Baby 1/3/2003
9. Portrait Of A Boy 1/3/2003
10. The Drug-Shop, Or, Endymion In Edmonstoun 1/3/2003
11. The Fiddling Wood 1/3/2003
12. The Hemp 1/3/2003
13. The Mountain Whippoorwill 3/7/2012
14. American Names 1/17/2015
15. Talk 1/3/2003
16. Campus Sonnets: May Morning 3/30/2010
17. Road And Hills 1/3/2003
18. Young Blood 1/3/2003
19. Ghosts Of A Lunatic Asylum 3/30/2010
20. The White Peacock 1/3/2003
21. The Congressmen Came Out To See Bull Run 3/30/2010
22. Robert E. Lee 3/30/2010
23. The Quality Of Courage 1/3/2003
24. Campus Sonnets: Before An Examination 3/30/2010
25. The Ballad Of William Sycamore [1790-1871] 3/30/2010
26. Alexander Vi Dines With The Cardinal Of Capua 1/3/2003
27. The Innovator 1/3/2003
28. Campus Sonnets: Return - 1917 3/30/2010
29. Winged Man 1/3/2003
30. The Breaking Point 1/3/2003
31. Campus Sonnets: Talk 3/30/2010
32. Nightmare Number Three 3/30/2010
33. 1936 3/30/2010
34. The Lover In Hell 1/3/2003
35. Poor Devil! 1/3/2003
36. Army Of Northern Virginia 3/30/2010
37. Dedication 1/3/2003
38. Return - 1917 1/3/2003
39. Before An Examination 1/3/2003
40. Difference 3/30/2010
Best Poem of Stephen Vincent Benet

Love In Twilight

There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips
Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen loom
Like the carven prows of proud, far-triumphing ships --
And the firelight wavers and changes about the room,

As the three logs crackle and burn with a small still sound;
Half-blotting with dark the deeper dark of her hair,
Where she lies, head pillowed on arm, and one hand curved round
To shield the white face and neck from the faint thin glare.

Gently she breathes -- and the long limbs lie at ease,
And the rise and fall of the young,...

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Dedication

To W. R. B.

And so, to you, who always were
Perseus, D'Artagnan, Lancelot
To me, I give these weedy rhymes
In memory of earlier times.
Now all those careless days are not.
Of all my heroes, you endure.

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