Stephen Vincent Benet

(1898 - 1943 / Pennsylvania / United States)

Stephen Vincent Benet Poems

1. Love In Twilight 1/3/2003
2. Colors 1/3/2003
3. Lonely Burial 1/3/2003
4. Going Back To School 1/3/2003
5. May Morning 1/3/2003
6. Elegy For An Enemy 1/3/2003
7. Music 1/3/2003
8. Ghosts Of A Lunatic Asylum 1/3/2003
9. A Minor Poet 1/3/2003
10. Metropolitan Nightmare 3/30/2010
11. Dinner In A Quick Lunch Room 1/3/2003
12. Before An Examination 1/3/2003
13. Difference 3/30/2010
14. Return - 1917 1/3/2003
15. Poor Devil! 1/3/2003
16. Elegy For An Enemy 3/30/2010
17. Dedication 1/3/2003
18. Army Of Northern Virginia 3/30/2010
19. 1936 3/30/2010
20. Campus Sonnets: Talk 3/30/2010
21. Campus Sonnets: Return - 1917 3/30/2010
22. Alexander Vi Dines With The Cardinal Of Capua 1/3/2003
23. Campus Sonnets: Before An Examination 3/30/2010
24. The Quality Of Courage 1/3/2003
25. Winged Man 1/3/2003
26. The Lover In Hell 1/3/2003
27. The Breaking Point 1/3/2003
28. Road And Hills 1/3/2003
29. Ghosts Of A Lunatic Asylum 3/30/2010
30. Young Blood 1/3/2003
31. Nightmare Number Three 3/30/2010
32. The Ballad Of William Sycamore [1790-1871] 3/30/2010
33. Campus Sonnets: May Morning 3/30/2010
34. Talk 1/3/2003
35. The White Peacock 1/3/2003
36. The Hemp 1/3/2003
37. The Innovator 1/3/2003
38. The Mountain Whippoorwill 3/7/2012
39. Robert E. Lee 3/30/2010
40. The Fiddling Wood 1/3/2003
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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The White Peacock

(France -- Ancient Regime.)

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Go away!
Go away; I will not confess to you!
His black biretta clings like a hangman's cap; under his twitching fingers the beads shiver and click,
As he mumbles in his corner, the shadow deepens upon him;
I will not confess! . . .

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