Potential Titles: Stephen Vincent Benet

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That wailing wind in the darkness - Stephen Vincent Benet "Ad Atticum"

And climbed the ladder of swords that men call Life - Stephen Vincent Benet "After Pharsalla"

That blasts like the breath of fulfilled Desire - Stephen Vincent Benet "After Pharsalla"

When utter Defeat has gripped you fast - Stephen Vincent Benet "After Pharsalla"

That hunts the wolf with the wounded hare - Stephen Vincent Benet "After Pharsalla"

Glowing with the zeal of it - Stephen Vincent Benet "Alexander VI Dines with the Cardinal of Capua"

When poison writhes within - Stephen Vincent Benet "Alexander VI Dines with the Cardinal of Capua"

Wheeling in ordered state to form the runes - Stephen Vincent Benet "Always the Sonnetteer"

By the chained stalk of the uneasy mind - Stephen Vincent Benet "Always the Sonnetteer"

Whetting his sword on a bleak ridge - Stephen Vincent Benet "Before Michael's Last Fight"

All the stars of hell are crying loud - Stephen Vincent Benet "Before Michael's Last Fight"

The bright insult of that sparking brand - Stephen Vincent Benet "Before Michael's Last Fight"

A field of salt wild fire has plowed - Stephen Vincent Benet "Before Michael's Last Fight"

I shall wander on the starry brink - Stephen Vincent Benet "Before Michael's Last Fight"

Trembled in their fierce desire for air - Stephen Vincent Benet "Blood Brothers"

Armed like an angel, blazoned like a king - Stephen Vincent Benet "Blood Brothers"

Praising them all for honest, quiet work - Stephen Vincent Benet "Blood Brothers"

Became a stir among corruption - Stephen Vincent Benet "Blood Brothers"

With steady eyes of awful friendship - Stephen Vincent Benet "Blood Brothers"

Blazed with the pale dazzle of an April moon - Stephen Vincent Benet "Blood Brothers"

As charging seas first seen at dawn - Stephen Vincent Benet "Blood Brothers"

A specter's gem in the shadow-playtime - Stephen Vincent Benet "Boarding-House Hall"

For a space of quiet like myrrh - Stephen Vincent Benet "Boarding-House Hall"

The smells of the onions trooped up the stairs together - Stephen Vincent Benet "Boarding-House Hall"

Seared me white with burning scars - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Breaking Point"

Held the very Fiend at grips - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Breaking Point"

All the blusterings of Hell - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Breaking Point"

And every tree became an elf - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Breaking Point"

Wheel for dim, celestial wars - Stephen Vincent Benet "Campus Sonnet: 1. Before an Examination"

And fire to strike men blind - Stephen Vincent Benet "Campus Sonnet: 2. Talk"

Crowned your hall with granite thorns - Stephen Vincent Benet "Chanson at Madison Square"

Doling out mortality to Moloch and his bride - Stephen Vincent Benet "Chanson at Madison Square"

Lazy paws of light claw idly up and down - Stephen Vincent Benet "Chanson at Madison Square"

Lost together in a wood turned rock - Stephen Vincent Benet "Chanson at Madison Square"

Filling the waves with colored fire - Stephen Vincent Benet "The City Revisited"

Up from some drowned city - Stephen Vincent Benet "The City Revisited"

That breaking wave of pain - Stephen Vincent Benet "The City Revisited"

When your braggarts of planets fade - Stephen Vincent Benet "Colloquy of the Statues"

Leading the van of the long parade - Stephen Vincent Benet "Colloquy of the Statues"

The measured trample of Liberty's horses - Stephen Vincent Benet "Colloquy of the Statues"

A wind to shuffle the kings to sand - Stephen Vincent Benet "Colloquy of the Statues"

Freedom's drums in the blood of the world - Stephen Vincent Benet "Colloquy of the Statues"

Found a little whisky-flask of Irony - Stephen Vincent Benet "Come Back!"

Sugar-loaves from Paradise enriched our bread and milk - Stephen Vincent Benet "Come Back!"

Gloved your arms with Common-Sense - Stephen Vincent Benet "Come Back!"

A bad dream's ice to choke you - Stephen Vincent Benet "Come Back!"

And the grown-up phrases jangle - Stephen Vincent Benet "Come Back!"

With awful maledictions on the two who were such fools - Stephen Vincent Benet "Come Back!"

Sing a silly song of apricots - Stephen Vincent Benet "Come Back!"

A swarming, seething pot of plots and lies - Stephen Vincent Benet "De Bellow Civili"

Where every day brings forth a fresh revolt - Stephen Vincent Benet "De Bellow Civili"

And curse her for a lamia - Stephen Vincent Benet "De Bellow Civili"

Henceforth our speech is with spears - Stephen Vincent Benet "De Bellow Civili"

Heralded with a mellow horn - Stephen Vincent Benet "Dinner in a Quick Lunch Room"

With a jangle of glass bars - Stephen Vincent Benet "Dinner in a Quick Lunch Room"

A voice from ancient slaughters - Stephen Vincent Benet "Dinner in a Quick Lunch Room"

Great ropes of gorgeous vapor - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Made half the sky one darkness - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

And broken the saints for bread - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Swift as the questing birds - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Gallant where wines are poured - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Love is an iron lord - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Only immortal fires to rend - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Strangled the waning moon - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

The hard cup of the sky - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Now fire has parched the vine - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

A golden horn of light - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

The harsh taste of white poppies - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Where poppies heap the marble vats - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Smoke climbing the sky's cup - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

The price of many amethysts - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

The first gray drops of dew - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Time dragged his slow sickle - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

A cobwebbed, yellow pot of honey - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Until the broken heavens streamed apart - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Sit like a dead god incensed - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

Harrow the soil with spears - Stephen Vincent Benet "8:30 A. M. on 32nd Street"

Pour your rain on the bitter tree - Stephen Vincent Benet "8:30 A. M. on 32nd Street"

Time hoards our lives with gripping care - Stephen Vincent Benet "8:30 A. M. on 32nd Street"

And fifty thousand unconvicted crimes - Stephen Vincent Benet "Epitaph to be Spoken"

Embarked for desperate shores - Stephen Vincent Benet "Epitaph to be Spoken"

Now you are prouder grown than Troy - Stephen Vincent Benet "Epitaph to be Spoken"

Lashingly deep the acid stung - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

Charring my soul's most stubborn plank - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

Roused my rebels from their sleep - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

Whose eyes can beat down lions' eyes - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

The stubborn sergeant men call Pride - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

Hold a portion of your sacred gold - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

By steel and flame you taught - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

Bloody coins from hands cut through - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

For every pageant of my foes - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

Through splitting earth and rending sky - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Etcher"

Poured out on earth the unconquerable sun - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Flowers that burn with crystalline accord - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Light heavy with drowning stars - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Dawn held the frozen flame an instant high - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

In the primal slumber of stones - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

The hills where old Titans feast - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Beautiful monstrous dreams - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Come alive at the nod of a god grown mute - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

On feet that outstripped the Hours - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Drawing all sunlight back to the hot deeps - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Hector's sword is asleep from war - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

As silver marries brass to make a bell - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Faint interlocking tentacles of sound - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Casually flung among a cloud of pines - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Queen of desperate alarms - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Though destruction be the priest - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Robbers afraid of pardon - Stephen Vincent Benet "The First Vision of Helen"

Whistling a tune between the plum and the cherry - Stephen Vincent Benet "Flood-Tide"

Each white-fire-leaf of a star distinct - Stephen Vincent Benet "Flood-Tide"

Hooded in dark and ashamed - Stephen Vincent Benet "Flood-Tide"

Wet star-dust clung to the skin - Stephen Vincent Benet "Flood-Tide"

With the pollen and seeds of dawn - Stephen Vincent Benet "Flood-Tide"

And in splinters of foam was gone - Stephen Vincent Benet "Flood-Tide"

Caesar will listen with a little smile - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Forlorn Campaign"

Slow-rising from the deep caves of his heart - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Forlorn Campaign"

Thousands of footprints stamped in the red sand - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Forlorn Campaign"

Nothing but scarlet sand and brassy sky - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Forlorn Campaign"

That burning march under a sky of flame - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Forlorn Campaign"

Gems and ivory, spices and wines and oil - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Forlorn Campaign"

Upon her Seven Hills Rome rules the seas and tides - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Forlorn Campaign"

Dreadful as consuming fire - Stephen Vincent Benet "The General Public"

Weaving glass and silk into a dream - Stephen Vincent Benet "Ghost of a Lunatic Asylum"

Had scrawled vague lines of gold - Stephen Vincent Benet "Going Back to School"

The empty sky in threads like glass - Stephen Vincent Benet "Going Back to School"

Looking through a maze of tiny stems - Stephen Vincent Benet "Going Back to School"

Order such shapes as a wizard air - Stephen Vincent Benet "Grand Larceny"

A wizard air weaves out of dreams - Stephen Vincent Benet "Grand Larceny"

Starved and wind-bitten oak - Stephen Vincent Benet "Grand Larceny"

Sun-wave or heart of star - Stephen Vincent Benet "Grand Larceny"

Have taken gold for your soul's treasury - Stephen Vincent Benet "Grand Larceny"

This poor kettle, clay to all spears - Stephen Vincent Benet "Grand Larceny"

Whose jade prevails breaking Disaster's rods - Stephen Vincent Benet "Hymn in Columbus Circle"

In his secret shrine hallows a wealth of gods - Stephen Vincent Benet "Hymn in Columbus Circle"

Praised with the lovely softness of fire - Stephen Vincent Benet "Hymn in Columbus Circle"

Signs acclaim it amazed - Stephen Vincent Benet "Hymn in Columbus Circle"

Strives to wipe out his defeats - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Banquet"

Now all vanishes in plots and gibes - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Banquet"

The things I built are shattered now - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Banquet"

Never gave consent to those red days of massacre - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Banquet"

The things are broken to which I aspired - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Banquet"

From that drum of terrible stone - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The secret form of the soul is there in its terror - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Quickened the wraith with fire - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Vague, terrible, wounded forms - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The clouds will shower our lips with wine - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Watching the chariot moon trample the skies - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Her lord walks chill as a cloud of snow - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Roaring the fame of the flying dart - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The apparition that had once been Troy - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Cobalt from the cliffs of the sky - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

An angry dream before the Sphinx's feet - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The exhalation of a furious thought - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Tall as the ghosts of Heaven's battlements - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

When the full moon bleaches the skies - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

With the evil ice of his freezing heart - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Two more days for your sun to shine - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The drowning shadow of a fading land - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

And Time's cracked fingers number them all - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Her eyes are seas more quiet than sleep - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

And lean Menelaus is smiling sleet - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

And Helen and Troy are cold as the stars - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Saying one name for a thousand years - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

An old trumpet harsh with rust and gold - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The Sphinx stirred, shaking the drifted moonlight - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

I am Death's bright arrow! Forgive me not! - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Unreels in the road of the days and nights - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

And the kites drop down in a ring - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

I am Destiny's halter! Unloose me not! - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

I am Wisdom's mirror! Behold me not! - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The cutworm crawls in the almond-flower - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The rats are eating the thrones of power - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Loosen your hair to the storm again - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Reeds when fire goes over the fen - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Give us drink for our bitter thirst - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

The thieves that each priest has cursed - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Whispering sea and the stars like lace - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

A bud if the sap considered storm - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

A rose if its petals thought of snows - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Became magnificence for my hour - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Let them air the inn they keep - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Mock with the thoughtlessness of cloud - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

In a low harshness of diminished sound - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Called Desire from his lightning - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Despair from her weaving old - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

As the swords ran out of their scabbards - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Light towards the dark secret heart - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

A wordless sound of birth and anguish struggling - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Stone and ghost and dream - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

Gone like vapor in the dark - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"

And frugal housewives, strictly pennywise - Stephen Vincent Benet "Les Cruches Cassees"

Cement burst jugs and make them healthy - Stephen Vincent Benet "Les Cruches Cassees"

You can't patch leaky clay - Stephen Vincent Benet "Les Cruches Cassees"

Chintz that blinks with dragon's eyes - Stephen Vincent Benet "Les Cruches Cassees"

Most silent in those solitudes - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lonely Burial"

A rout of dreams most impotent - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lonely Burial"

And blessed by Plato's snow - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lost Lights"

Caresses too sugared to be sweet - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lost Lights"

From the gold of each new June - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lost Lights"

And wit declines to gall - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lost Lights"

Incredible conquests till the whole world reels - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

And still thrust traps into my path - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

Within whose heart no spark of ancient fire burns - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

As forty brazen cohorts broke the foe - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

Down in a mud of blood and dirt and wine - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

My love holds while the earth endures - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

A slender javelin tipped with light, hurled at the gods - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

The old fool who mumbles of days past - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lucullus Dines"

Prosperous leeches settling to their fare - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lunch at a City Club"

A hand knocks inside my heart - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lunch at a City Club"

No earth or sky or time in clocks - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lunch at a City Club"

With the avalanche pound of snows - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lunch-Time Along Broadway"

The wildcat quarrel of traffic - Stephen Vincent Benet "Lunch-Time Along Broadway"

The orbed gold of the viol's voice - Stephen Vincent Benet "A Minor Poet"

Loose net of words to deeds - Stephen Vincent Benet "Music"

Into the free companionship of air - Stephen Vincent Benet "Nos Immortales"

A mad prophet in a land of dearth - Stephen Vincent Benet "Nos Immortales"

Spilling its star-dust back to dust again - Stephen Vincent Benet "Nos Immortales"

Clasps his hands in the wine-chill air - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

Burn the black water of night's lagoons - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

My jackdaw Muse of the rebel and dark - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

Steal one note from the silver babble - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

Pipes that Pan left whispering under a tree - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

Stretch but a claw toward the dream-voiced pipes - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

Eros, lord of the honey and flame - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

To be taught and tamed by their crystal wills - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

Fling to them mountains to overcome - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

Every immortal must put on dust - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

When Death has unloosened his strangling cord - Stephen Vincent Benet "November Prothalamion"

And know there was an end to pain - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Original Impulse"

The banner struck with darts like sleet - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Original Impulse"

Half-shadowings of the thing I meant - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Original Impulse"

Blurred visions of a clear intent - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Original Impulse"

Romantic gilt, sardonic brine - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Original Impulse"

My body for a calling-card - Stephen Vincent Benet "P. P. C.--Madam Life"

Strikes the stones with his oaken stick - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Plow"

A chattering wind piped loud of snows - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Plow"

A tarnished button, a scrap of blue - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Plow"

Your plow is chained to a deadly yoke - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Plow"

Fate and the furrow have cloven straight - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Plow"

Two stone posts and a gate between - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Plow"

Her soul was steel and her eyes were bleak - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Plow"

Strains at the weight of a buried stone - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Plow"

Crushed me with an iron yoke - Stephen Vincent Benet "Poor Devil!"

Caught in the meshes of Eternity - Stephen Vincent Benet "Poor Devil!"

Taste the elegant tortures of Despair - Stephen Vincent Benet "Portrait of Young Love"

Puzzle for days on one particular stare - Stephen Vincent Benet "Portrait of Young Love"

What mournful musics wander over it - Stephen Vincent Benet "Portrait of Young Love"

Too petty for such noble warning - Stephen Vincent Benet "Portrait of Young Love"

Make the sun our rendezvous - Stephen Vincent Benet "Positively the Last Performance!"

And makes us less divisible than stone - Stephen Vincent Benet "Positively the Last Performance!"

Sunlight where a ruby bled - Stephen Vincent Benet "Prohibition"

Damned souls had never much to tell - Stephen Vincent Benet "Prohibition"

They've stopped the Lethe, down in Hell - Stephen Vincent Benet "Prohibition"

Like twisted charms of hot lead - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

In one vast hunger of desire - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

A golden ball in fountains dancing - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

Lethe is for no man set - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

And fall like jackstraws - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

The evil flames of driftwood - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

To endless quiet, golden peace - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

Base wine from an ignoble cup - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

A glittering torture of cold stars - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

Broke upon them like a million swords - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

And scattered in sweet wine - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Quality of Courage"

Storming, thrashing arrows of the rain - Stephen Vincent Benet "Rain after a Vaudeville Show"

Dripping on the roofs and rods - Stephen Vincent Benet "Rain after a Vaudeville Show"

The clouds' tall banners streamed - Stephen Vincent Benet "Rain after a Vaudeville Show"

Coming in with thunderings and strife - Stephen Vincent Benet "Rain after a Vaudeville Show"

Caught in the terrier mouth of rain - Stephen Vincent Benet "Resurrection"

My mind kept on its burning wheel - Stephen Vincent Benet "Resurrection"

Its blazing wheel of great aims lost - Stephen Vincent Benet "Resurrection"

A black shield thrust down on earth - Stephen Vincent Benet "Resurrection"

We shall ascend Olympus yet - Stephen Vincent Benet "Resurrection"

Whose very names would burn the cheek - Stephen Vincent Benet "Resurrection"

That proud armadas' trampled shards - Stephen Vincent Benet "Resurrection"

Your blades bit deep for their hire - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

The blood-grapes drip for you drinking - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

I follow the star that's sinking - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

Your cressets are fed with spices - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

Offer a share of your brigand-sun - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

Gave her youth like a burning rose - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

Would not turn for the thunderclap - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

And the drums of defeat before me - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

Roll your hands in the honey of life - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

Poison the steel of the plunging dart - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

I march to my ruin with such a heart - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

I have herded the stars like cattle - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Retort Discourteous"

Toiled like yoked black oxen - Stephen Vincent Benet "Road and Hills"

And vanish in the intense blue - Stephen Vincent Benet "Road and Hills"

A thousand glittering spears of sun - Stephen Vincent Benet "Road and Hills"

Javelins of grass and sun - Stephen Vincent Benet "Road and Hills"

The trident-flame of the mind fails - Stephen Vincent Benet "Sir John Rimbeck to the Princess of Acre"

Arrayed with stars as a garment - Stephen Vincent Benet "Sir John Rimbeck to the Princess of Acre"

A feasting where mailed kings break bread - Stephen Vincent Benet "Sir John Rimbeck to the Princess of Acre"

Burns like snow upon the mind - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Colder than leopards' eyes the arc - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Black wind runs trotting to the dark - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Knotted and cramped by fingering cold - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Hung the doors with griefs - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Fear was a grape I crushed to wine - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Where all the freezing stars go round - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Lift the air that weighs like ice - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Built my house with Pain for wall - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"

Chaste paradigms that never sold themselves - Stephen Vincent Benet "Talk"

Adverbs from the leaf-talk of the elves - Stephen Vincent Benet "Talk"

And climb the crags that tower in my brain - Stephen Vincent Benet "Talk"

Where Ocean plays with his amaranthian ships - Stephen Vincent Benet "Talk"

Pricked clear against a splash of woad - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

As we draw near the gallows-tree - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

A fog that came like bitter smoke - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

Still had strength for laughter and scorn - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

Stealthy and slow as a hidden sin - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

Spared from death to live accursed - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

Dragging slow chains the hours went by - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

Stretched on a heap of poisoned arrows - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

Four hoofs of fire beat out refrain - Stephen Vincent Benet "Three Days' Ride"

Knight of battered and unblazoned arms - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two at the Crossroads"

Entwined with flowers and poison-leaves - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two at the Crossroads"

And let the crabs hack at my armor - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two at the Crossroads"

Wretched Palomides whom dreams torment - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two at the Crossroads"

Wolves over a spilled bone - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two at the Crossroads"

Settling well his harp upon his back - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two at the Crossroads"

Sauterne and quinine, saccharine and gall - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two More Muses"

Ruffians dicing long beneath blurred candles - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two More Muses"

Pours each sparkling hope before me - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two More Muses"

He slips a painted acid in the drink - Stephen Vincent Benet "Two More Muses"

The strength of the flood, the might of the falling snow - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

The cry of the bitter clay to the God who devised it carrion - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

Crushed by machining, implacable hours - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

Dim and aimless on a dolorous way - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

The march of the ant-hill crowds below - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

And the lost horns of the taxis cry - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

And burns at the scythe that reaps - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

Wheat that will not be bread - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

Trampling my soul with hammers - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Walkers"

Braving the crags of ether - Stephen Vincent Benet "Winged Man"

Straddled the wings of Boreas - Stephen Vincent Benet "Wisdom-Teeth"

Where the moons of desire float anchored - Stephen Vincent Benet "Wisdom-Teeth"

Vinegar Time must scour the cup - Stephen Vincent Benet "Wisdom-Teeth"

Pour me the stars of the seraphim - Stephen Vincent Benet "Wisdom-Teeth"

Mumbling out dull obscenity - Stephen Vincent Benet "Young Blood"

As if all Hell were crushed - Stephen Vincent Benet "Young Blood"


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