Lot’s Wife (Anthony Hecht Poems)
How simple the pleasures of those childhood days, Simple but filled with exquisite satisfactions. The iridescent labyrinth of the spider, ...
How simple the pleasures of those childhood days, Simple but filled with exquisite satisfactions. The iridescent labyrinth of the spider, ...
I Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel, for example-- I mean without ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
a cup of dark thick amber slides down my throat rich walnut brandy home made cure sure to give a ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
In the high leaves of a walnut, On the very topmost boughs, A boy that climbed the branching bole His ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
the lady has me temporarily off the bottle and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight-- instead ...
1. Old Man Old man, it's four flights up and for what? Your room is hardly bigger than your bed. ...
I stood before a candy shop Which with a Christmas radiance shone; I saw my parents pass and stop To ...
I DRANK musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter one night And ...
WAGON WHEEL GAP is a place I never saw And Red Horse Gulch and the chutes of Cripple Creek. Red-shirted ...
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my ...
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, Cool as the pearled interior of a conch. Bells, hooves, ...
This is the easy time, there is nothing doing. I have whirled the midwife's extractor, I have my honey, Six ...
I pull the bed slowly open, I open the lips of the bed, get the stack of fresh underpants out ...
Do the boys and girls still go to Siever's For cider, after school, in late September? Or gather hazel nuts ...
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the ...
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