Delmore Schwartz — People

A pink felt heart with a zigzag stitched split and a sewing needle beside it on a green background. — Original artwork

I am to my own heart merely a serf And follow humbly as it glides with autos And come attentive when it is too sick, In the bad cold of sorrow much too weak, To drink some coffee, light a cigarette And think of summer beaches, blue and gay.

Delmore Schwartz

A golden flame rises from cupped stone hands against an orange sunset and dark clouds. — Original artwork

Love is the tact of every good, The only warmth, the only peace.

Delmore Schwartz

A single upright match burns against a dark background, its flame reflected on a glossy surface. — Original artwork

Time is the school in which we learn, That time is the fire in which we burn.

Delmore Schwartz