Poems by Stephen Vincent Benet
Portrait of a Boy
... Again, Beside webbed purples from some galleon's hold, ...
Road and Hills
... My body becomes strange, the sun takes it and changes it, it does not feel, ...
Talk
... Till the whole world seems small and bright to hold -- ...
The City Revisited
... "No money for the funeral!" I broke my life there ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun
... Blessed are fools! A gift remains for those!" His hand sought out his sword, and lightnings flared ...
The General Public
... The time that I remember best is this -- A thin mire crept along the rutted ways, ...
The Fiddling Wood
... Hurling mad, broken legions down to die Through everlasting hells -- The tears were salt ...
The Hemp
... "The hemp is grown, and my word made good!" And the cutlass clanged with a hissing whir ...
The Lover in Hell
... and suddenly There comes a splatter of oil against my skin, ...
The Quality of Courage
... A fire-winged sign, a glorious tree! She stood there, and at once I knew ...
Winged Man
... On he kept his way undaunted, though his breaths were stabs of cold, ...
Young Blood
... "But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently ...
Metropolitan Nightmare
... To the new sun-helmets from Best's and the cops' white uniforms, ...
For City Spring
... Yet still we praise that crocus head, ...
The Falconer Of God
... The pledge is still the samefor all disastrous pledges,&emsp ...
