Stephen Vincent Benet
Stephen Vincent Benet Poems
|43.||Dinner In A Quick Lunch Room||1/3/2003|
|44.||Ghosts Of A Lunatic Asylum||1/3/2003|
|46.||A Minor Poet||1/3/2003|
|47.||Going Back To School||1/3/2003|
|48.||Elegy For An Enemy||1/3/2003|
|51.||Love In Twilight||1/3/2003|
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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,...
A Minor Poet
I am a shell. From me you shall not hear
The splendid tramplings of insistent drums,
The orbed gold of the viol's voice that comes,
Heavy with radiance, languorous and clear.
Yet, if you hold me close against the ear,
A dim, far whisper rises clamorously,
The thunderous beat and passion of the sea,
The slow surge of the tides that drown the mere.