Father And Son Poem by Delmore Schwartz

Father And Son

Rating: 2.8

On these occasions, the feelings surprise,
Spontaneous as rain, and they compel
Explicitness, embarrassed eyes——

Father, you’re not Polonius, you’re reticent,
But sure. I can already tell
The unction and falsetto of the sentiment
Which gratifies the facile mouth, but springs
From no felt, had, and wholly known things.

You must let me tell you what you fear
When you wake up from sleep, still drunk with sleep:
You are afraid of time and its slow drip,
Like melting ice, like smoke upon the air
In February’s glittering sunny day.
Your guilt is nameless, because its name is time,
Because its name is death. But you can stop
Time as it dribbles from you, drop by drop.

But I thought time was full of promises,
Even as now, the emotion of going away——

That is the first of all its menaces,
The lure of a future different from today;
All of us always are turning away
To the cinema and Asia. All of us go
To one indeterminate nothing.

Must it be so?
I question the sentiment you give to me,
As premature, not to be given, learned alone
When experience shrinks upon the chilling bone.
I would be sudden now and rash in joy,
As if I lived forever, the future my toy.
Time is a dancing fire at twenty-one,
Singing and shouting and drinking to the sun,
Powerful at the wheel of a motor-car,
Not thinking of death which is foreign and far.

If time flowed from your will and were a feast
I would be wrong to question your zest.
But each age betrays the same weak shape.
Each moment is dying. You will try to escape
From melting time and your dissipating soul
By hiding your head in a warm and dark hole.
See the evasions which so many don,
To flee the guilt of time they become one,
That is, the one number among masses,
The one anonymous in the audience,
The one expressionless in the subway,
In the subway evening among so many faces,
The one who reads the daily newspaper,
Separate from actor and act, a member
Of public opinion, never involved.
Integrated in the revery of a fine cigar,
Fleeing to childhood at the symphony concert,
Buying sleep at the drugstore, grandeur
At the band concert, Hawaii
On the screen, and everywhere a specious splendor:
One, when he is sad, has something to eat,
An ice cream soda, a toasted sandwich,
Or has his teeth fixed, but can always retreat
From the actual pain, and dream of the rich.
This is what one does, what one becomes
Because one is afraid to be alone,
Each with his own death in the lonely room.
But there is a stay. You can stop
Time as it dribbles from you, drop by drop.

Now I am afraid. What is there to be known?

Guilt, guilt of time, nameless guilt.
Grasp firmly your fear, thus grasping your self,
Your actual will. Stand in mastery,
Keeping time in you, its terrifying mystery.
Face yourself, constantly go back
To what you were, your own history.
You are always in debt. Do not forget
The dream postponed which would not quickly get
Pleasure immediate as drink, but takes
The travail of building, patience with means.
See the wart on your face and on your friend’s face,
On your friend’s face and indeed on your own face.
The loveliest woman sweats, the animal stains
The ideal which is with us like the sky ...

Because of that, some laugh, and others cry.

Do not look past and turn away your face.
You cannot depart and take another name,
Nor go to sleep with lies. Always the same,
Always the same self from the ashes of sleep
Returns with its memories, always, always,
The phoenix with eight hundred thousand memories!

What must I do that is most difficult?

You must meet your death face to face,
You must, like one in an old play,
Decide, once for all, your heart’s place.
Love, power, and fame stand on an absolute
Under the formless night and the brilliant day,
The searching violin, the piercing flute.
Absolute! Venus and Caesar fade at that edge,
Hanging from the fiftieth-story ledge,
Or diminished in bed when the nurse presses
Her sickening unguents and her cold compresses.
When the news is certain, surpassing fear,
You touch the wound, the priceless, the most dear.
There in death’s shadow, you comprehend
The irreducible wish, world without end.

I begin to understand the reason for evasion,
I cannot partake of your difficult vision.

Begin to understand the first decision.
Hamlet is the example; only dying
Did he take up his manhood, the dead’s burden,
Done with evasion, done with sighing,
Done with revery.
Decide that you are dying
Because time is in you, ineluctable
As shadow, named by no syllable.
Act in that shadow, as if death were now:
Your own self acts then, then you know.

My father has taught me to be serious.

Be guilty of yourself in the full looking-glass.

Bernard F. Asuncion 13 January 2017

Reminds me of the song FATHER AND SON popularized by CAT STEVENS+++++++++++++

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A. Madhavan 13 January 2017

A thoughtful poem, branching from Shakespeare's 'Hamlet' and Polonius advising his son. Will read more of Schwartz. 4/5

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M Asim Nehal 13 January 2017

Excellent conversation between the two, nicely written poem.i enjoyed it thanks for sharing it.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 13 January 2017

Intricacies of the relationship and it's effects nicely elabborated. Congrats on modern poem of the day.

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Sylvaonyema Uba 13 January 2017

Time is a dancing fire... The role of effective time management and goal setting are buttressed by the poet. Sylva-Onyema Uba.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 04 June 2021

Most deserving Classic Poem Of The Day with its 866 words in this poem FATHER AND SON by Delmore Schwartz.5 Stars full for this giantic poem. I have finished reading this epic poem and this is my comment Best poem from a bipolar suffering personality Delmore Schwartz

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 04 June 2021

So many beautiful thoughts to ponder about. Perceptive and well crafted write.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 04 June 2021

A brilliant poem thoughtfully drafted! !

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Alpha Sanunu Bah 04 June 2021

Good read!

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Jose Gonzalez 04 June 2021

Face your death we must all cant trun away from it but to me this is not my most pressing concern os how to make evry second count

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Delmore Schwartz

Delmore Schwartz

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