Author: Stephen Vincent Benet

The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day […]

It was not when temptation came, Swiftly and blastingly as flame, And seared me white with burning scars; When I […]

There were not many at that lonely place, Where two scourged hills met in a little plain. The wind cried […]

Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, […]

To W. R. B. And so, to you, who always were Perseus, D’Artagnan, Lancelot To me, I give these weedy […]

“Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never […]