Treasure Island

Anthony Evan Hecht

(16 January 1923 - 20 October 2004 / New York)

Lot's Wife


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
Puffed by the breeze to a little bellying sail --
Merely observing this gave infinite pleasure.
The sound of rain. The gentle graphite veil
Of rain that makes of the world a steel engraving,
Full of soft fadings and faint distances.
The self-congratulations of a fly,
Rubbing its hands. The brown bicameral brain
Of a walnut. The smell of wax. The feel
Of sugar to the tongue: a delicious sand.
One understands immediately how Proust
Might cherish all such postage-stamp details.
Who can resist the charms of retrospection?

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Raynette Eitel (5/8/2007 1:22:00 PM)

    There is such a strong similarity in Lamont's style and Hecht's voice...hope Lamont returns and posts on PH again soon.

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