Poems by Benjamin Franklin Field

Poems by Benjamin Franklin Field

Beauty and Love, by Benjamin Franklin Field

Straight is the line of beauty,
Nor curved as often said:
Look far away o'er ocean,
Across ...

Christ Before Pilate, by Benjamin Franklin Field

Two thousand years ago,
Before a slave of Caesar,
There stood a man
That was a King.
And th...

A City of California, by Benjamin Franklin Field

O, city of a poet's dream!
By mountains girt about,
With valleys full of glossy gleam
Or ora...

The Dragon, by Benjamin Franklin Field

Gods and Devils all my heroes,
Hell and Heaven each my tryst,
With my claws upon the pulsing,...

A History of Arizona, by Benjamin Franklin Field

Brown and bare the desert,
Under a sun-cursed sky--
Far the stretch of the sand hills,
To th...

Music, by Benjamin Franklin Field

Music! Unveiled hast thou another sphere;
And over seas of azure clear,
On wings now slow, n...

A Night with Fate, by Benjamin Franklin Field

Bedeviled by grin Satanic,
Hiding human heart beats,
Fate walked in early morning,
With me,...

Ocean, by Benjamin Franklin Field

Ocean, pray, how deep are you?
Ocean wide, how old?
Could I but wander, wander through
You...

The Ocean Burial, by Benjamin Franklin Field

Bury in cold and chilly earth
Unfeeling, chilly hearts--
To her embrace let them return
From ...

O Kiss Me, by Benjamin Franklin Field

Give me one warm kiss!
I ask no more.
I know you love me not,
But give me this
And I will ho...

Poetry, by Benjamin Franklin Field

Thou art the deep and mystic sea
That laps against the hurrying feet
Of men and calms their idl...

The Rhythm of Life, by Benjamin Franklin Field

Mute and unshaped, in marble hills,
Are untouched Mercurys lying,
Fairer of form, with powe...

Sappho, Alone, by Benjamin Franklin Field

Sappho! Sleeping still alone!
The moon and Pleiades have set,
Full half the lovely night has f...

The Slave, by Benjamin Franklin Field

Daughter of brawn, with weary face,
Rough cap in the arching stone,
The home she holds in it...

The Spirit of Los Angeles, by Benjamin Franklin Field

Ethereal dweller, neath southern skies,
With shining, yellow hair
Where gloom awing with wis...