Delmore Schwartz

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

Poem (In The Morning, When It Was Raining) - Poem by Delmore Schwartz

In the morning, when it was raining,
Then the birds were hectic and loudy;
Through all the reign is fall's entertaining;
Their singing was erratic and full of disorder:
They did not remember the summer blue
Or the orange of June. They did not think at all
Of the great red and bursting ball
Of the kingly sun's terror and tempest, blazing,
Once the slanting rain threw over all
The colorless curtains of the ceaseless spontaneous fall.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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