More from Delmore Schwartz
- 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.
- Love is the tact of every good, The only warmth, the only peace.
- 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
- Time is the school in which we learn, That time is the fire in which we burn.
Last reviewed 2026-07-08