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Anthony Hecht

Anthony Hecht (1923- 2004) followed the G.I. bill to study with John Crowe Ransom at Kenyon. He wrote eight books of poetry and two works of nonfiction, winning the Pulitzer Prize for his poetry collection The Hard Hours in 1967. In his lifetime he also received the Bollingen Prize, the Ruth Lilly Prize, the Loines Award, the Librex-Guggenheim Eugenio Montale Award, and the Harriet Monroe Poetry Award, as well as fellowships from the Academy of American Poets, the American Academy in Rome, the Ford Foundation, the Guggenheim Foundation, and the Rockefeller Foundation. He was a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets and lived in Washington, D.C.

Poetry

Fall 1950

Springtime

By Anthony Hecht

(from the French of Charles d’Orléans) The Weather hath put off his mien Of tearing winde and cold advance, And sporteth new an elegance Yellow of sun and spritely greene. […]

Poetry

Fall 1947

Wind of Spain

By Anthony Hecht

Down from the hills the wind came striding and striding, And it was cool as the dark coral hermitage of fish Where it rinsed the boughs of the olive trees […]

Poetry

Fall 1947

Dream

By Anthony Hecht

Saliva swims around the empty tooth Of an old man, sleeping within the park. Betwveen the bushes, Evening slips along, Trailing a violet andorange song, And followed closely by the […]

Poetry

Fall 1948

Fugue for One Voice

By Anthony Hecht

There are some people who believe that fish Drown in the air; our element is so thin It can't sustain the flourish of those gills. This atmosphere, which is our […]

Poetry

Fall 1950

Halloween

By Anthony Hecht

  Tonight our streets are filled With beardless pirates and their high-heeled wives Who own no maps of treasure and have killed Nobody with their aimless wooden knives; They cry us […]

Poetry

Autumn 1951

Aubade

By Anthony Hecht

Morning has come at last. The rational light Discovers even the humblest thing that yearns For heaven; from its scaled and shadeless height, Figures its difficult way among the ferns, […]

Poetry

Spring 1952

Elegy

By Anthony Hecht

(FROM THE GERMAN OF WALTHER VON DER VOGELWEIDE) Woe to thee, Year, and hast thou   so silent got thee forth? Hath Life a blood securely,   or dreamed I at the […]

Poetry

Spring 1947

Once Removed

By Tony Hecht

I saw a piece of the hard-earned earth, a piece of the worldWhere the wind fell down on rocks, and a hundred sticksWere all the forest it had, and the […]

Poetry

Winter 1979

The Deodand

By Anthony Hecht

What are these women up to? They’ve gone and strung Drapes over the windows, cutting out light And the slightest hope of a breeze here in mid-August. Can this be […]