Here you will find thePoemCampus Sonnets: Return - 1917of poet Stephen Vincent Benet
'The College will reopen Sept. -.' `Catalogue'. 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.'
