We do not fight for the real but for shadows we make. A flag is a piece of cloth and a word is a sound, But we make them something neither cloth nor a sound, Totems of love and hate,… — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
Most of the time I'm not really attracted to writing that's focused on filling and fighting it out within a well-defined container. I like work that gets out in the world and lets the world shape the poem. — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
Sometimes a sign or a quote is simply interesting by itself and does not require anything beyond being framed on a page. — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp names that never get fat. — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp, gaunt names that never get fat. — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
It's to a younger people's advantage to work with evolving computer technologies that provide so many ways to explore the use and distribution of… — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
“It's time to walk to the cider mill Through air like apple wine, And watch the moon rise over the hill, stinging and hard… — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
“There is a wilderness we walk alone However well-companioned” — Stephen Vincent Benét Copy Share Image
Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways. — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
I died in my boots like a pioneer With the whole wide sky above me. — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
I don't think I have ever really gotten Leopold Bloom's interior ramblings out of my head! I am sure that voice continues to inspire… — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
And Thames and all the rivers of the kings Ran into Mississippi and were drowned. They planted England with a stubborn trust But the… — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
Oh, Georgia booze is mighty fine booze, The best yuh ever poured yuh, But it eats the soles right offen yore shoes, For Hell's… — Stephen Vincent Benet Copy Share Image
