Poem by Stephen Vincent Benet

Dedication

To W. R. B. 

And so, to you, who always were 
Perseus, D’Artagnan, Lancelot 
To me, I give these weedy rhymes 
In memory of earlier times. 
Now all those careless days are not. 
Of all my heroes, you endure. 

Words are such silly things! too rough, 
Too smooth, they boil up or congeal, 
And neither of us likes emotion -- 
But I can’t measure my devotion! 
And you know how I really feel -- 
And we’re together. There, enough . . .

1. Portrait of a Boy
2. The Breaking Point
3. Nightmare Number Three
4. Nos Immortales
5. Poor Devil!

Lola Ridge Dedication ("I would be a torch unto your hand")

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