Stephen Vincent Benet

Here you will find the Poem Campus Sonnets: Return - 1917 of poet Stephen Vincent Benet

Campus Sonnets: Return - 1917

'The College will reopen Sept. -.' 

I was just aiming at the jagged hole 
Torn in the yellow sandbags of their trench, 
When something threw me sideways with a wrench, 
And the skies seemed to shrivel like a scroll 
And disappear . . . and propped against the bole 
Of a big elm I lay, and watched the clouds 
Float through the blue, deep sky in speckless crowds, 
And I was clean again, and young, and whole. 

Lord, what a dream that was! And what a doze 
Waiting for Bill to come along to class! 
I've cut it now - and he - Oh, hello, Fred! 
Why, what's the matter? - here - don't be an ass, 
Sit down and tell me! - What do you suppose? 
I dreamed I . . . am I . . . wounded? 'You are dead.'