Stephen Vincent Benet
Stephen Vincent Benet Poems
- Colors (For D. M. C.) The little man with the vague beard...
- Elegy For An Enemy (For G. H.) Say, does that stupid ...
- Love In Twilight There is darkness behind the light -- and ...
- Lonely Burial There were not many at that lonely place, ...
- May Morning I lie stretched out upon the window-seat And ...
- Going Back To School The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was ...
- Ghosts Of A Lunatic Asylum Here, where men's eyes were empty ...
Stephen Vincent Benét was born in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, into an army family. His father, Colonel J. Walker Benét, served as a commanding officer of ordinance posts in California and Georgia. Frances Neill (Rose) Benét, Stephen's mother, was a descendant of an old Kentucky military family. Because his father was an avid reader, Benét grew up in home, where reading literature was valued and enjoyed.
At the age about ten, Benét was sent to the Hitchcock Military Academy. He did not like the brutality of the school and later wrote about it in his poem about Shelley at Eton: "His pile of books scattered about his feet, / Stood Shelley while two others held him fast, / And the ... more »
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''I am tired of loving a foreign muse.''Stephen Vincent Benét (1898-1943), U.S. poet. American Names (l. 20). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford...
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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 ...