Peripeteia (Anthony Hecht Poems)
Of course, the familiar rustling of programs, My hair mussed from behind by a grand gesture Of mink. A little ...
Of course, the familiar rustling of programs, My hair mussed from behind by a grand gesture Of mink. A little ...
Up the steep stair they clatter to each room, In whispered merriment they pierce the gloom Of Time's sweet mercy, ...
I The coltish horseplay of the locker room, Moist with the steam of the tiled shower stalls, With shameless blends ...
Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods- that present that ...
It's my lunch hour, so I gofor a walk among the hum-coloredcabs. First, down the sidewalkwhere laborers feed their dirtyglistening ...
It's coming time for planting in that little patch of ground,Where the lad and I made merry as he followed ...
When he makes love to the young girlwhat does the middle-aged long-married man say to himself and the girl? - ...
Let the dream go. Are there not other dreamsIn vastness of clouds hid from thy sightThat yet shall gild with ...
In the dark of the season our true nature, the sins of man, wanton self interest driving the actors on ...
Oh it was too easy, in my rush after the traffic to the bank, the banter of the customers marking ...
Life returned, in our little garden the little nurtured space by our back door, Fenced and planted the bulbs in ...
March light hitting a string of small white Christmas lights green wire, trying to blend in with the branches, ready ...
I crossed the parking lot The man in the convenience store beyond the gas pumps trying to cash already cashed ...
WEBSTER was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods-- that present that ...
SUNDAY night and the park policemen tell each other it is dark as a stack of black cats on Lake ...
Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch, Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the ...
The artichoke With a tender heart Dressed up like a warrior, Standing at attention, it built A small helmet Under ...
Three months after he lies dead, that long yellow narrow body, not like Christ but like one of his saints, ...
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