Explore "Going Back to School" by Stephen Vincent Benet on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past / And all the grey waves flamed to red again / At the dead sun's last glimmer. Far and vast / The Sausalito lights burned suddenly / In little dots and clumps, as if a pen / Had scrawled vague lines of gold across the hills; / The sky was like a cup some rare wine fills, / And stars came as he watched -- and he was free / One splendid instant -- back in the great room, / Curled in a chair with all of them beside / And the whole world a rush of happy voices, / With laughter beating in a clamorous tide.
Saw once again the heat of harvest fume / Up to the empty sky in threads like glass, / And ran, and was a part of what rejoices.