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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
Love is the tact of every good, The only warmth, the only peace.
Delmore Schwartz
Love is the tact of every good, The only warmth, the only peace. For the One Who Would Take Man's Life in His Hands
Delmore Schwartz
Time is the school in which we learn,
Delmore Schwartz
Time is the school in which we learn, That time is the fire in which we burn.
Delmore Schwartz