Who is William Rose Benet

William Rose Benét (February 2, 1886 – May 4, 1950) was an American poet, writer, and editor. He was the older brother of Stephen Vincent Benét.

Early life and education

He was born in Brooklyn, New York, the son of Col. James Walker Benét and his wife, Frances Neill (née Rose), and grandson of Brigadier General Stephen Vincent Benét. He was educated The Albany Academy in Albany, NY and at Sheffield Scientific School of Yale University, graduating with a Ph.B. in 1907. At Yale, he edited and contributed light verse to campus humor magazine The Yale Record. He began the Saturday Review of Literature in 1924 and continued to edit and write for it until his death.

Career

In 1942, he was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for his book...
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William Rose Benet Poems

  • The Falconer Of God
    I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying.
    I said, “Wait on, wait on, while I ride below!
    I shall start a heron soon
    In the marsh beneath the moon-...
  • Mad Blake
    Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye,
    And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart.
    Blake knew how deep is Hell, and Heaven how high,
    And could build the universe from one tiny part....
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God 2 Heart 2 High 2 Soul 2 Hold 2 Beneath 1 Breath 1 Dark 1 Comfort 1 Universe 1


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