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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CAMPUS SONNET: TALK, by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Tobacco smoke drifts up the dim ceiling Last Line: Of all our youth this hour is pure gold. Subject(s): Universities & Colleges | |||
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in blue rings wheeling, As formless as our talk. Phil, drawling, bets Cornell will win the relay in a walk, While Bob and Mac discuss the Giants' chances; Deep in a morris-chair, Bill scowls at "Falk", John gives large views about the last few dances. And so it goes -- an idle speech and aimless, A few chance phrases; yet I see behind The empty words the gleam of a beauty tameless, Friendship and peace and fire to strike men blind, Till the whole world seems small and bright to hold -- Of all our youth this hour is pure gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: MAY MORNING by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CAMPUS SONNET: RETURN - 1917 by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ODE FOR SCHOOL CONVOCATION by JOHN CIARDI A PHOTO OF A LOVER FROM MY JUNIOR YEAR IN COLLEGE by ALBERT GOLDBARTH KENT STATE, MAY 1970 by JOHN HAINES TO A VISITING POET IN A COLLEGE DORMITORY by CAROLYN KIZER BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH NOTHING AND THE INCIDENT IN THE STREETS by GREGORY ORR A MINOR POET by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ARCHIMEDES LAST FORAY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CAMPUS SONNET: BEFORE AN EXAMINATION by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET |
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