Anthony Evan Hecht Life Poems

  • 1.
    So there stood Matthew Arnold and this girl
    With the cliffs of England crumbling away behind them,
    And he said to her, 'Try to be true to me,
    And I'll do the same for you, for things are bad
    ...
  • 2.
    On the summer road that ran by our front porch
    Lizards and snakes came out to sun.
    It was hot as a stove out there, enough to scorch
    A buzzard's foot. Still, it was fun
    ...
  • 3.
    The longer thou livest, the more fool thou.

    I

    ...
  • 4.
    Of course, the familiar rustling of programs,
    My hair mussed from behind by a grand gesture
    Of mink. A little craning about to see
    If anyone I know is in the audience,
    ...
  • 5.
    Against the enormous rocks of a rough coast
    The ocean rams itself in pitched assault
    And spastic rage to which there is no halt;
    Foam-white brigades collapse; but the huge host
    ...
  • 6.
    Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature's error.
    Already the bars are filled and John is there.
    Beneath a plentiful lady over the mirror
    He tilts his glass in the mild mahogany air.
    ...
  • 7.
    I


    The coltish horseplay of the locker room,
    ...
  • 8.
    In Italy, where this sort of thing can occur,
    I had a vision once - though you understand
    It was nothing at all like Dante's, or the visions of saints,
    And perhaps not a vision at all. I was with some friends,
    ...
  • 9.
    The barbed-wire fences rust
    As their cedar uprights blacken
    After a night of rain.
    Some early, innocent lust
    ...
Total 9 Life Poems by Anthony Evan Hecht

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