Delmore Schwartz

In dreams begin responsibilities.

— Delmore Schwartz

Each minute bursts in the burning room, Time is the fire in which we burn.

— Delmore Schwartz

I am my father's father,His fathers on his back.

— Delmore Schwartz

A car coughed, starting. Morning softlywhile history is unforgiven.

— Delmore Schwartz

Whence, if ever, shall come the actualityWhen in the white bed all things are made.

— Delmore Schwartz

Where the light is, and each thing clear, In dark accidents the mind's sufficient grace.

— Delmore Schwartz

How the false truths of the years of youth have passed! To mount and ride to hope or where true hope arrives.

— Delmore Schwartz

I no more wrote than read that book which is To prove the reality of endless love?

— Delmore Schwartz

But this, this which we say before we’re sorry,We are Shakespearean, we are strangers.

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That inescapable animal walks with me,The secret life of belly and bone.

— Delmore Schwartz