Socrates Ghost Must Haunt Me Now
Socrates ghost must haunt me now, Notorious death has let him go, He comes to me with a clumsy bow, […]
Author: Delmore Schwartz
From: A King Of Kings, A King Among The Kings
Come, let us rejoice in James Joyce, in the greatness of this poet, king, and king of poets For he […]
The Choir And Music Of Solitude And Silence
Silence is a great blue bell Swinging and ringing, tinkling and singing, In measure’s pleasure, and in the supple symmetry […]
What Is To Be Given
What is to be given, Is spirit, yet animal, Colored, like heaven, Blue, yellow, beautiful. The blood is checkered by […]
The Sin Of Hamlet
The horns in the harbor booming, vaguely, Fog, forgotten, yesterday, conclusion, Nostalgic, noising dim sorrow, calling To sleep is it? […]
To Helen
(After Valery) O Sea! … ‘Tis I, risen from death once more To hear the waves’ harmonious roar And see […]
Faust In Old Age
“Poet and veteran of childhood, look! See in me the obscene, for you have love, For you have hatred, you, […]
The Journey Of A Poem Compared To All The Sad Variety Of Travel
A poem moves forward, Like the passages and percussions of trains in progress A pattern of recurrence, a hammer of […]
The Poet
The riches of the poet are equal to his poetry His power is his left hand It is idle weak […]
Out Of The Watercolored Window, When You Look
When from the watercolored window idly you look Each is but and clear to see, not steep: So does the […]
By Circumstances Fed
By circumstances fed Which divide attention Among the living and the dead, Under the blooms of the blossoming sun, The […]
Poem (You, my photographer, you, most aware)
You, my photographer, you, most aware, Who climbed to the bridge when the iceberg struck, Climbed with your camera when […]
All Night, All Night
“I have been one acquainted with the night” – Robert Frost Rode in the train all night, in the sick […]
The Heavy Bear Who Goes With Me
“the withness of the body” Whitehead The heavy bear who goes with me, A manifold honey to smear his face, […]
Poem (In the morning, when it was raining)
In the morning, when it was raining, Then the birds were hectic and loudy; Through all the reign is fall’s […]
He Knows All There Is To Know. Now He Is Acquainted With The Day And Night
(Robert Frost, 1875-1963) Whose wood this is I think I know: He made it sacred long ago: He will expect […]
For The One Who Would Not Take His Life In His Hands
Athlete, virtuoso, Training for happiness, Bend arm and knee, and seek The body’s sharp distress, For pain is pleasure’s cost, […]
Poem (Remember midsummer: the fragrance of box)
Remember midsummer: the fragrance of box, of white roses And of phlox. And upon a honeysuckle branch Three snails hanging […]
This Is A Poem I Wrote At Night, Before The Dawn
This is a poem I wrote before I died and was reborn: – After the years of the apples ripening […]
Poem (Faithful to your commands, o consciousness)
Poem Faithful to your commands, o consciousness, o Beating wings, I studied The roses and the muses of reality, The […]