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Poem by Stephen Vincent Benet


Colors


(For D. M. C.) 

The little man with the vague beard and guise 
Pulled at the wicket. Come inside! he said, 
Ill show you all weve got now -- it was size 
You wanted? -- oh, dry colors! Well -- he led 
To a dim alley lined with musty bins, 
And pulled one fiercely. Violent and bold 
A sudden tempest of mad, shrieking sins 
Scarlet screamed out above the battered gold 
Of tins and picture-frames. I held my breath. 
He tugged another hard -- and sapphire skies 
Spread in vast quietude, serene as death, 
Oer waves like crackled turquoise -- and my eyes 
Burnt with the blinding brilliance of calm sea! 
Were selling that lot there out cheap! said he.



Stephen Vincent Benet


Stephen Vincent Benet's other poems:
  1. Rain after a Vaudeville Show
  2. The City Revisited
  3. Nightmare Number Three
  4. Winged Man
  5. The Congressmen Came out to See Bull Run


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