Anthony Hecht

thumb| Anthony Evan Hecht (January 16, 1923 – October 20, 2004) was an American poet. Quotes The Hard Hours (1967) New York: Atheneum So there stood Matthew Arnold and this girlWith 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 badAll over, etc., etc." ... But all the time he was talking she had in mind The notion of what his whiskers would feel like On the back of her neck. "The Dover Bitch (A Criticism of Life)", l. 1 Also published in the Transatlantic Review, no. 2 (1959) pp. 57–58 She got to looking outAt the lights across the channel, and really felt sad,Thinking of all the wine and enormous bedsAnd blandishments in French and the perfumes. "The Dover Bitch", l. 12 To have been broughtAll the way down from London, and then be addressedAs a sort of mournful cosmic last resortIs really tough on a girl, and she was pretty. "The Dover Bitch", l. 16 And then she said one or two unprintable things. "The Dover Bitch", l. 22 Running to fat, but dependable as they come. "The Dover Bitch", l. 28 And sometimes I bring her a bottle of Nuit d' Amour. "The Dover Bitch", l. 29 Cf. Arnold, "Dover Beach" (1867) Much casual death had drained away their souls. "'More Light! More Light'", st. 5 No light, no light in the blue Polish eye. "'More Light! More Light'", st. 6 The Lüger hovered lightly in its glove. "'More Light! More Light'", st. 6 No prayers or incense rose up in those hoursWhich grew to be years, and every day came muteGhosts from the ovens, sifting through crisp air,And settled upon his eyes in a black soot. "'More Light! More Light'", st. 7 External links Category:1923 births Category:2004 deaths Category:Poets from the United States Category:Jews from the United States Category:Formalist poets