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.||Elegy For An Enemy||1/3/2003|
|49.||Going Back To School||1/3/2003|
|50.||Love In Twilight||1/3/2003|
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(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 ...
(A Pharaoh Speaks.)
I said, "Why should a pyramid
Stand always dully on its base?
I'll change it! Let the top be hid,
The bottom take the apex-place!"
And as I bade they did.
The people flocked in, scores on scores,