Anthony Evan Hecht
Anthony Evan Hecht was an American poet. His work combined a deep interest in form with a passionate desire to confront the horrors of 20th century history, with the Second World War, in which he fought, and the Holocaust being recurrent themes in his work.
Hecht was born in New York City to German-Jewish parents. He was educated at various schools in the city - he was a classmate of Jack Kerouac at one point - but showed no great academic ability, something he would later refer to as "conspicuous." However, as a freshman English student at Bard College in New York he discovered the works of Stevens,Auden, Eliot, and Dylan Thomas. It was at this ... more »
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Anthony Evan Hecht Poems
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For Heinrich Blucher and Hannah Arendt Composed in the Tower before his execution These moving verses, and being brought at that time Painfully to the stake, submitted, declaring thus:
The End Of The Weekend
A dying firelight slides along the quirt Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans Against my father's books. The lariat Whirls into darkness. My girl in skin tight jeans
I have been wondering What you are thinking about, and by now suppose It is certainly not me. But the crocus is up, and the lark, and the blundering
Sarabande On Attaining The Age Of Sevent...
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour; and behold my head. -- George Herbert
The Dover Bitch: A Criticism Of Life
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
Samuel Sewall, in a world of wigs, Flouted opinion in his personal hair; For foppery he gave not any figs, But in his right and honor took the air.
How simple the pleasures of those childhood days, Simple but filled with exquisite satisfactions. The iridescent labyrinth of the spider, Its tethered tensor nest of polygons
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,
Saul And David
It was a villainous spirit, snub-nosed, foul Of breath, thick-taloned and malevolent, That squatted within him wheresoever he went .......And possessed the soul of Saul.
We have set out from here for the sublime Pastures of summer shade and mountain stream; I have no doubt we shall arrive on time.
Lizards And Snakes
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
Late Afternoon: The Onslaught Of Love
For William and Emily Maxwell At this time of day One could hear the caulking irons sound
As though it were reluctant to be day, .......Morning deploys a scale .......Of rarities in gray, And winter settles down in its chain-mail,
Paradise Lost Book 5: An Epitome
Higgledy piggeldy Archangel Rafael, Speaking of Satan's re- Bellion from God:
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More Light! More Light!
For Heinrich Blucher and Hannah Arendt
Composed in the Tower before his execution
These moving verses, and being brought at that time
Painfully to the stake, submitted, declaring thus:
"I implore my God to witness that I have made no crime."
Nor was he forsaken of courage, but the death was horrible,
The sack of gunpowder failing to ignite.
His legs were blistered sticks on which the black sap
Bubbled and burst as he howled for the Kindly Light.
And that was but one, and by no means one of he worst;
Permitted at least his pitiful dignity;
And such as ...