Delmore Schwartz

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

Poem (Old Man In The Crystal Morning After Snow) - Poem by Delmore Schwartz

Old man in the crystal morning after snow,
Your throat swathed in a muffler, your bent
Figure building the snow man which is meant
For the grandchild's target,
do you know
This fat cartoon, his eyes pocked in with coal
Nears you each time your breath smokes the air,
Lewdly grinning out of a private nightmare?
He is the white cold shadow of your soul.

You build his comic head, you place his comic hat;
Old age is not so serious, and I
By the window sad and watchful as a cat,
Build to this poem of old age and of snow,
And weep: you are my snow man and I know
I near you, you near him, all of us must die.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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