Treasure Island

Delmore Schwartz

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

By Circumstances Fed


By circumstances fed
Which divide attention
Among the living and the dead,
Under the blooms of the blossoming sun,
The gaze which is a tower towers
Day and night, hour by hour,
Critical of all and of one,
Dissatisfied with every flower
With all that's been done or undone,
Converting every feature
Into its own and unknown nature;
So, once in the drugstore,
Amid all the poppy, salve and ointment,
I suddenly saw, estranged there,
Beyond all disappointment,
My own face in the mirror.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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