Spring 1953 • Vol. XV No. 2 PoetryApril 1, 1953 |

The Gardens of the Villa D’Este

      This is Italian. Here     Is cause for the undiminished bounce   Of sex, cause for the lark, the animal spirit To rise, aerated, but not beyond our reach, to spread Friction upon the air, cause to sing loud for the bed   Of jonquils, the linen bed, and established merit     Of love, and grandly to pronounce       Pleasure without peer.       Goddess, assist me now;     Commend my music to the woods.   There is no garden to the practised gaze Half so erotic: here the sixteenth century thew Rose to its last perfection, this being chiefly due   To the provocative role the water plays.     Tumble and jump, the fountains' moods       Teach the world how.       But, ah, whoever saw     Finer proportion kept. The sum   Of intersecting limbs was something planned. Ligorio, the laurel! Every turn and quirk Weaves in this waving green and liquid world to work

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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.

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