Author: Delmore Schwartz

Poem Faithful to your commands, o consciousness, o Beating wings, I studied The roses and the muses of reality, The […]

At four years Nature is mountainous, Mysterious, and submarine. Even A city child knows this, hearing the subway’s Rumor underground. […]

Where the sea gulls sleep or indeed where they fly Is a place of different traffic. Although I Consider the […]

Tired and unhappy, you think of houses Soft-carpeted and warm in the December evening, While snow’s white pieces fall past […]

To live between terms, to live where death Has his loud picture in the subway ride, Being amid six million […]

“little soul, little flirting, little perverse one where are you off to now? little wan one, firm one little exposed […]

(After Rilke) We cannot know the indescribable face Where the eyes like apples ripened. Even so, His torso has a […]

Calmly we walk through this April’s day, Metropolitan poetry here and there, In the park sit pauper and rentier, The […]

What curious dresses all men wear! The walker you met in a brown study, The President smug in rotogravure, The […]

(after Spillane) Let us be aware of the true dark gods Acknowledgeing the cache of the crotch The primitive pure […]