This poem is taken from PN Review 210, Volume 39 Number 4, March - April 2013.
Two Poems
Victory at Sea in Reruns, Mid-1950s
Curled at our father's feet,
we watch the box of light
where Good and Evil war
in grainy black and white.
The Richard Rodgers score
first rockets up suspense,
then parachutes it down.
We know the way this ends,
for the soft evening droops
in deepening blue repose,
and our small lives sing Peace,
...
And that their sleep be sound
I say this childermas
Anthony Hecht
Curled at our father's feet,
we watch the box of light
where Good and Evil war
in grainy black and white.
The Richard Rodgers score
first rockets up suspense,
then parachutes it down.
We know the way this ends,
for the soft evening droops
in deepening blue repose,
and our small lives sing Peace,
...
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