Music (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
(For D. M. C.) The little man with the vague beard and guise Pulled at the wicket. "Come inside!" he ...
To W. R. B. And so, to you, who always were Perseus, D'Artagnan, Lancelot To me, I give these weedy ...
Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; Strange entrees with a ...
(For G. H.) Say, does that stupid earth Where they have laid her, Bind still her sullen mirth, Mirth which ...
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind ...
I am a shell. From me you shall not hear The splendid tramplings of insistent drums, The orbed gold of ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
The little letters dance across the page, Flaunt and retire, and trick the tired eyes; Sick of the strain, the ...
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