Delmore Schwartz

(8 December 1913 - 11 July 1966 / Brooklyn / New York / United States)

Delmore Schwartz Poems

1. The True-Blue American 4/16/2010
2. The Ballet Of The Fifth Year 1/13/2003
3. The Foggy, Foggy Blue 4/16/2010
4. Father And Son 4/16/2010
5. Narcissus 4/16/2010
6. The Ballad Of The Children Of The Czar 1/13/2003
7. Prothalamion 1/13/2003
8. News Of The Gold World Of May 1/13/2003
9. Poem (Remember Midsummer: The Fragrance Of Box) 1/13/2003
10. Socrates Ghost Must Haunt Me Now 1/13/2003
11. Someone Is Harshly Coughing As Before 1/13/2003
12. Words For A Trumpet Chorale Celebrating The Autumn 1/13/2003
13. The First Night Of Fall And Falling Rain 1/13/2003
14. Poem (Faithful To Your Commands, O Consciousness) 1/13/2003
15. Saint, Revolutionist 1/13/2003
16. Two Lyrics From Kilroy's Carnival: A Masque 1/13/2003
17. To Helen 1/13/2003
18. Occasional Poems 1/13/2003
19. Parlez-Vous Francais? 1/13/2003
20. Sonnet: The Ghosts Of James And Peirce In Harvard Yard 1/13/2003
21. Philology Recapitulates Ontology, Poetry Is Ontology 1/13/2003
22. The Journey Of A Poem Compared To All The Sad Variety Of Travel 1/13/2003
23. Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer 1/13/2003
24. Spiders 1/13/2003
25. What Is To Be Given 1/13/2003
26. Poem (You, My Photographer, You, Most Aware) 1/13/2003
27. Sonnet Suggested By Homer, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Paul Vakzy, James Joyce, Et Al. 1/13/2003
28. The Poet 1/13/2003
29. Tired And Unhappy, You Think Of Houses 1/13/2003
30. Late Autumn In Venice 1/13/2003
31. Out Of The Watercolored Window, When You Look 1/13/2003
32. The Sin Of Hamlet 1/13/2003
33. What Curious Dresses All Men Wear 1/13/2003
34. Archaic Bust Of Apollo 1/13/2003
35. The Greatest Thing In North America 1/13/2003
36. Faust In Old Age 1/13/2003
37. The Spring 1/13/2003
38. Poem (Old Man In The Crystal Morning After Snow) 1/13/2003
39. Yeats Died Saturday In France 1/13/2003
40. Dogs Are Shakespearean, Children Are Strangers 4/16/2010
Best Poem of Delmore Schwartz

Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day

Calmly we walk through this April's day,
Metropolitan poetry here and there,
In the park sit pauper and rentier,
The screaming children, the motor-car
Fugitive about us, running away,
Between the worker and the millionaire
Number provides all distances,
It is Nineteen Thirty-Seven now,
Many great dears are taken away,
What will become of you and me
(This is the school in which we learn...)
Besides the photo and the memory?
(...that time is the fire in which we burn.)

(This is the school in which we learn...)
What is the self amid this ...

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"little soul, little flirting,
little perverse one
where are you off to now?
little wan one, firm one
little exposed one...
and never make fun of me again."

Now I must betray myself.

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