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Born in December 8, 1913 / Died in July 11, 1966 / United States / English

Poems by Delmore Schwartz

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The Spring

... You must hide that we may seek you: we will! We will!The happiest child will hold you ...

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For The One Who Would Take Man's Life In His Hands

... Praised the caress, extolled the blow, ...

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Far Rockaway

... " Henry James The radiant soda of the seashore fashions ...

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Out Of The Watercolored Window, When You Look

... The night of the living and the day of the dead ...

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The Heavy Bear Who Goes With Me

... Perplexes and affronts with his own darkness, ...

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America, America!

... e first two World Wars of the 20th century)--- This is the city self, looking from window to lighted ...

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The Ballad Of The Children Of The Czar

... Played with a bouncing ballIn the May morning, in the Czar's garden, ...

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A Dream Of Whitman Paraphrased, Recognized And Made More Vivid By Renoir

... They are all equally beautiful and desirable from the gold distance ...

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O Love, Sweet Animal

... Many years ago Terrified by a look ...

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All Night, All Night

... the taut tracks, piercing empty, familiar --The bored center of this vision and condition looked and ...

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A Young Child And His Pregnant Mother

... As soon the night will be too dark, the springToo late, desire strange, and time too fast, ...

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The Poet

... For neither amnesty nor forgiveness is bestowed upon poets, poetry and poems, ...

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To Helen

... And the first abyss flooded the hull as if with falling wings ...

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Parlez-Vous Francais?

... Who is he? It is the writer merely, with a three-day beard, ...

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Phoenix Lyrics

... IIWhen a hundred years had passed nature seemed to man ...