American poet (1898-1943)
For the cold of the pistol-butt and the bullet's heat,
For the ropes that choke, the manacles that bind,
The huge voice, metal, that lies from a thousand tubes
And the stuttering machine-gun that answers all.
STEPHEN VINCENT BENÉT
"Litany for Dictatorships", Young Adventure
For Lethe is for no man set,
And in Hell may no man forget.
STEPHEN VINCENT BENÉT
"The Quality of Courage", Young Adventure
Love is not a delicate toying,
A slim and shimmering mesh;
It is two souls wrenched into one,
Two bodies made one flesh.
STEPHEN VINCENT BENÉT
Young Adventure
There is a wilderness we walk alone
However well-companioned
STEPHEN VINCENT BENÉT
Western Star