Author: Stephen Vincent Benet

(France Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like a […]

Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in […]

I lie stretched out upon the window-seat And doze, and read a page or two, and doze, And feel the […]

There is darkness behind the light and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen loom […]

“Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?” Browning. “Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then,” The old man said. […]

The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead […]

He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon […]

Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk, The tiresome noises, all the common things I loved once, crushed […]

Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; Strange entrees with a […]

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 […]