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play and sing In silent silver chords I too could hear? Or smile to see a starlet shake with fear Whenever winds disturbed the lake's repose, Or when in mocking mood they form in rows, And stare up at their parents--so sedate-- Then break up laughing 'neath a ripple's weight? It seems as if, _The First Person Singular_ having been published, more people now know William Rose Benet as a novelist than as a poet. I cannot help feeling that to be something of a pity. I am not going to quote one of Mr. Benet's poems--indeed all his best work is in quite long and semi-narrative verse--but I will give you what Don Marquis was inspired to write after reading Benet's _Moons of Grandeur_. On looking at it again, I see that Mr. Marquis has quoted eight lines, so you shall have your taste of William Rose Benet, the poet, after all! "Some day, just to please ourself, we intend to make a compilation of poems that we love best; the ones that we turn to again and again. There will be in the volume the six odes of Keats, Shelley's 'Adonais'; Wordsworth's 'Intimations of Immortality'; Milton's 'L'Allegro' and 'Il Penseroso'; William Rose Benet's 'Man Possessed' and very little else. "We don't 'defend' these poems ... no doubt they are all of them quite indefensible, in the light of certain special poetic revelations of the last few years ... and we have no particular theories about them; we merely yield ourself to them, and they transport us; we are careless of reason in the matter, for they cast a spell upon us. We do not mean to say that we are in the category with the person who says: 'I don't know anything about art, but I know what I like'--On the contrary, we know exactly why we like these things, although we don't intend to take the trouble to tell you now. "William Rose Benet has published another book of poems, _Moons of Grandeur_. Here is a stanza picked up at random--it happens to be the opening stanza of 'Gaspara Stampa'--which shows the lyric quality of the verse: "Like flame, like wine, across the still lagoon, The colours of the sunset stream. Spectral in heaven as climbs the frail veiled moon So climbs my dream. Out of the heart's eternal torture fire No eastern phoenix risen-- Only the naked soul, spent with desire, Bursts its prison. "Was Benet ever in Italy? No matter ... he has Italy in him, in his heart and brain. Italy and Egypt and every other country that was e
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