Delmore Schwartz Poems

The common rain had come again
Slanting and colorless, pale and anonymous,
Fainting falling in the first evening
Of the first perception of the actual fall,
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"Trash, trash!" the king my uncle said,
"The spirit's smoke and weak as smoke ascends.
"Sit in the sun and not among the dead,
"Eat oranges! Pish tosh! the car attends.
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By circumstances fed
Which divide attention
Among the living and the dead,
Under the blooms of the blossoming sun,
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(With much help from Robert Good, William Shakespeare,
John Milton, and little Catherine Schwartz)
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Old man in the crystal morning after snow,
Your throat swathed in a muffler, your bent
Figure building the snow man which is meant
For the grandchild's target,
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(after Spillane)


Let us be aware of the true dark gods
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This is a poem I wrote before I died and was reborn:
- After the years of the apples ripening and the eagles
soaring,
After the festival here the small flowers gleamed like the
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Nothing is given which is not taken.

Little or nothing is taken which is not freely desired,
freely, truly and fully.
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At four years Nature is mountainous,
Mysterious, and submarine. Even

A city child knows this, hearing the subway's
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(Robert Frost, 1875-1963)


Whose wood this is I think I know:
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