Delmore Schwartz
Delmore Schwartz
Delmore Schwartzwas an American poet and short story writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth8 December 1913
CountryUnited States of America
lonely fall heart
O your life, your lonely lifeWhat have you ever done with it,And done with the great gift of consciousness?What will you ever do before Death's knifeProvides the answer ultimate and appropriate?As I for my part felt in my heart as one who falls,Falls in a parachute, falls endlessly, and feels the vastDraft of the abyss sucking him down and down,An endlessly helplessly falling and appalled clown:This is the way the night passes by, thisIs the overnight endless trip to the famous unfathomable abyss.
american-poet consider faithful letter resign studious
I should like you to consider this letter as a resignation; I want to resign as one of your most studious and faithful admirers.
distraction
I am of Russian-Jewish distraction.
police way married
I got married the second time in the way that, when a murder is committed, crackpots turn up at the police station to confess the crime.
life reality thinking
How could I think the brief years were enough To prove the reality of endless love?
order roots profound
Order and disorder, form and formless must have profound psychological roots, nervous roots.
suffering causes pleasure
I always cause those who are near to me more suffering than pleasure.
long funeral age
What does long life avail? The best seats at the funerals of friends.
matter teeth literature
Literature doesn't matter! The only thing that matters is money and getting your teeth fixed!
light self voice
Whence, if ever, shall come the actualityOf a voice speaking the mind's knowing,The sunlight bright on the green windowshade,And the self articulate, affectionate, and flowing,Ease, warmth, light, the utter showing,When in the white bed all things are made.
years littles youth
How the false truths of the years of youth have passed!Have passed at full speed like trains which never stoppedThere where I stood and waited, hardly aware,How little I knew, or which of them was the oneTo mount and ride to hope or where true hope arrives.
party waiting jam
Literary Party: A traffic jam of the lost waiting for the ferry across the Styx.
peace love-is very-good
Love is the tact of every good, The only warmth, the only peace.
book
I am a book I neither wrote nor read.