Stephen Vincent Benet

(1898 - 1943 / Pennsylvania / United States)

Stephen Vincent Benet Poems

1. 1936 3/30/2010
2. A Minor Poet 1/3/2003
3. Alexander Vi Dines With The Cardinal Of Capua 1/3/2003
4. American Names 1/17/2015
5. Army Of Northern Virginia 3/30/2010
6. Before An Examination 1/3/2003
7. Campus Sonnets: Before An Examination 3/30/2010
8. Campus Sonnets: May Morning 3/30/2010
9. Campus Sonnets: Return - 1917 3/30/2010
10. Campus Sonnets: Talk 3/30/2010
11. Colors 1/3/2003
12. Dedication 1/3/2003
13. Difference 3/30/2010
14. Dinner In A Quick Lunch Room 1/3/2003
15. Elegy For An Enemy 1/3/2003
16. Ghosts Of A Lunatic Asylum 1/3/2003
17. Ghosts Of A Lunatic Asylum 3/30/2010
18. Going Back To School 1/3/2003
19. Lonely Burial 1/3/2003
20. Love In Twilight 1/3/2003
21. May Morning 1/3/2003
22. Metropolitan Nightmare 3/30/2010
23. Minor Litany 8/31/2015
24. Music 1/3/2003
25. Nightmare Number Three 3/30/2010
26. Nos Immortales 1/3/2003
27. Poor Devil! 1/3/2003
28. Portrait Of A Baby 1/3/2003
29. Portrait Of A Boy 1/3/2003
30. Rain After A Vaudeville Show 1/3/2003
31. Return - 1917 1/3/2003
32. Road And Hills 1/3/2003
33. Robert E. Lee 3/30/2010
34. Talk 1/3/2003
35. The Ballad Of William Sycamore [1790-1871] 3/30/2010
36. The Breaking Point 1/3/2003
37. The City Revisited 1/3/2003
38. The Congressmen Came Out To See Bull Run 3/30/2010
39. The Drug-Shop, Or, Endymion In Edmonstoun 1/3/2003
40. The Falconer Of God 3/30/2010

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Colors

(For D. M. C.)

The little man with the vague beard and guise
Pulled at the wicket. "Come inside!" he said,
"I'll show you all we've got now -- it was size
You wanted? -- oh, dry colors! Well" -- he led
To a dim alley lined with musty bins,
And pulled one fiercely. Violent and bold
A sudden tempest of mad, shrieking sins
Scarlet screamed out above the battered gold
Of tins and picture-frames. I held my breath.
He tugged another hard -- and sapphire skies
Spread in vast quietude, serene as death,
O'er waves like crackled turquoise -- and my ...

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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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