Stephen Vincent Benet Poems (39 Poems)
Army Of Northern Virginia (Stephen Vincent Benet Poems)
Army of Northern Virginia, army of legend,Who were your captains that you could trust them so surely?Who were your battle-flags?Call the shapes from the mist,Call the dead men out of the mist and watch them ride.Tall the first rider, tall … Continue reading
Difference (Stephen Vincent Benet Poems)
My mind’s a map. A mad sea-captain drew itUnder a flowing moon until he knew it;Winds with brass trumpets, puffy-cheeked as jugs,And states bright-patterned like Arabian rugs.“Here there be tygers.” “Here we buried Jim.”Here is the strait where eyeless fishes … Continue reading
1936 (Stephen Vincent Benet Poems)
All night they marched, the infantrymen under pack,But the hands gripping the rifles were naked boneAnd the hollow pits of the eyes stared, vacant and black,When the moonlight shone. The gas mask lay like a blot on the empty chest,The … Continue reading
Campus Sonnets: Return – 1917 (Stephen Vincent Benet Poems)
‘The College will reopen Sept. -.’`Catalogue’. I was just aiming at the jagged holeTorn in the yellow sandbags of their trench,When something threw me sideways with a wrench,And the skies seemed to shrivel like a scrollAnd disappear . . . … Continue reading
Campus Sonnets: Talk (Stephen Vincent Benet Poems)
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceilingFrom half a dozen pipes and cigarettes,Curling in endless shapes, in blue rings wheeling,As formless as our talk. Phil, drawling, betsCornell will win the relay in a walk,While Bob and Mac discuss the … Continue reading
Campus Sonnets: Before An Examination (Stephen Vincent Benet Poems)
The little letters dance across the page,Flaunt and retire, and trick the tired eyes;Sick of the strain, the glaring light, I riseYawning and stretching, full of empty rageAt the dull maunderings of a long dead sage,Fling up the windows, fling … Continue reading
Campus Sonnets: May Morning (Stephen Vincent Benet Poems)
I lie stretched out upon the window-seatAnd doze, and read a page or two, and doze,And feel the air like water on me close,Great waves of sunny air that lip and beatWith a small noise, monotonous and sweet,Against the window … Continue reading
The Quality of Courage (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering up like withered arms, Writhing like streams, like twisted charms Of hot lead flung in snow. Below The iron ice … Continue reading
The White Peacock (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(France — Ancient Regime.) I. 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 … Continue reading
Winged Man (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, The cliffs were robed in scarlet, the sands were cinnabar, Where first two men spread wings for flight and dared … Continue reading
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