Anthony Evan Hecht Quotes

The eventual shapes of all our formless prayers, This dark, this cabin of loose imaginings, Wind, lake, lip, everything awaits The slow unloosening of her underthings.
Anthony Hecht (b. 1923), U.S. poet. The End of the Weekend (l. 13-16). . . Faber Book of Modern Verse, The. Michael Roberts, ed. (4th ed. revised by Peter Porter, 1982) Faber and Faber.
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an endless wind Whips at the headstones of the dead and wails In the trees for all who have and have not sinned.
Anthony Hecht (b. 1923), U.S. poet. The End of the Weekend (l. 8-10). . . Faber Book of Modern Verse, The. Michael Roberts, ed. (4th ed. revised by Peter Porter, 1982) Faber and Faber.
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If the heart has its reasons, perhaps the body Has its own lumbering sort of carnal spirit, Felt in the tingling bruises of collision, And known to captains as esprit de corps.
Anthony Hecht (b. 1923), U.S. poet. The Feast of Stephen (l. 15-18). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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The coltish horseplay of the locker room, Moist with steam of the tiled shower stalls,
Anthony Hecht (b. 1923), U.S. poet. The Feast of Stephen (l. 1-2). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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Think of those barren places where men gather To act in the terrible name of rectitude, Of acned shame, punk's pride, muscle or turf, The bully's thin superiority.
Anthony Hecht (b. 1923), U.S. poet. The Feast of Stephen (l. 29-32). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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