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Quotation by Anthony Hecht
A great black presence beats its wings in wrath.
Above the boneyard burn its golden eyes.
Some small grey fur is pulsing in its grip.
Anthony Hecht (b. 1923), U.S. poet. The End of the Weekend (l. 24–26). . .
Faber Book of Modern Verse, The. Michael Roberts, ed. (4th ed. revised by Peter Porter, 1982) Faber and Faber.
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