Delmore Schwartz

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

Out Of The Watercolored Window, When You Look - Poem by Delmore Schwartz

When from the watercolored window idly you look
Each is but and clear to see, not steep:
So does the neat print in an actual book
Marching as if to true conclusion, reap
The illimitable blue immensely overhead,
The night of the living and the day of the dead.

I drive in an auto all night long to reach
The apple which has sewed the sunlight up:
My simple self is nothing but the speech
Pleading for the overflow of that great cup,
The darkened body, the mind still as a frieze:
All else is merely means as complex as disease!

Topic(s) of this poem: water


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, November 24, 2014


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