Stephen Vincent Benet

(1898 - 1943 / Pennsylvania / United States)

Stephen Vincent Benet Poems

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