The Ghost In The Martini (Anthony Hecht Poems)
Over the rim of the glass Containing a good martini with a twist I eye her bosom and consider a ...
Over the rim of the glass Containing a good martini with a twist I eye her bosom and consider a ...
Of course, the familiar rustling of programs, My hair mussed from behind by a grand gesture Of mink. A little ...
SHEPHERD Not the blue-fountained Florida hotel, Bell-capped, bellevued, straight-jacketed and decked With chromium palms and a fromage of moon, Not ...
What are these women up to? They've gone and strung Drapes over the windows, cutting out light And the slightest ...
I The coltish horseplay of the locker room, Moist with the steam of the tiled shower stalls, With shameless blends ...
During the plague I came into my own. It was a time of smoke-pots in the house Against infection. The ...
The barbed-wire fences rust As their cedar uprights blacken After a night of rain. Some early, innocent lust Gets me ...
Noble executors of the munificent testament Of the late John Simon Guggenheim, distinguished bunch Of benefactors, there are certain kinds ...
Powder and scent and silence. The young dwarf Shoulders his lute. The moon is Levantine. It settles its pearl in ...
It's all very well to dream of a dove that saves, Picasso's or ...
Tonight my children hunch Toward their Western, and are glad As, with a Sunday punch, The Good casts out the ...
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark;White is their colour; and behold my head. ...
The longer thou livest, the more fool thou.IGo hide! Go hide! But through the latticework Of my ...
What well-heeled knuckle-head, straight from the unisex Hairstylist and bathed in Russian Leather, Dallies with you these late summer days, ...
Wines of the great ch?teaux Have been uncorked for you; Come, take this terrace chair: Examine the menu. The view ...
Samuel Sewall, in a world of wigs, Flouted opinion in his personal hair; For foppery he gave not any figs, ...
It was a villainous spirit, snub-nosed, foul Of breath, thick-taloned and malevolent, That squatted within him wheresoever he went .......And ...
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour; and behold my head. -- George Herbert Long ...
Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature's error. Already the bars are filled and John is there. Beneath a plentiful lady over ...
We have set out from here for the sublime Pastures of summer shade and mountain stream; I have no doubt ...
For William and Emily Maxwell At this time of day One could hear the caulking irons sound Against the hulls ...
Higgledy piggeldy Archangel Rafael, Speaking of Satan's re- Bellion from God: "Chap was decidedly Turgiversational, Given to lewdness and Rodomontade." ...
As though it were reluctant to be day, .......Morning deploys a scale .......Of rarities in gray, And winter settles down ...
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
In Italy, where this sort of thing can occur, I had a vision once - though you understand It was ...
How simple the pleasures of those childhood days, Simple but filled with exquisite satisfactions. The iridescent labyrinth of the spider, ...
What is unwisdom but the lusting after Longevity: to be old and full of days! For the vast and unremitting ...
Against the enormous rocks of a rough coast The ocean rams itself in pitched assault And spastic rage to which ...
On the summer road that ran by our front porch Lizards and snakes came out to sun. It was hot ...
For Heinrich Blucher and Hannah Arendt Composed in the Tower before his execution These moving verses, and being brought at ...
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