“The Poet" The riches of the poet are equal to his poetry His power is his left hand It is idle weak and precious His poverty is his wealth, a wealth which may destroy him like Midas Because it is… — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
What was the freedom to which the adult human being rose in the morning, if each act was held back or inspired by the… — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
I always cause those who are near to me more suffering than pleasure. — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
“O your life, your lonely life What have you ever done with it, And done with the great gift of consciousness? What will you ever do before Death's knife Provides the answer ultimate and appropriate? As I for my part felt in my heart as one who falls, Falls in a parachute, falls endlessly, and feels the vast Draft of… — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share
“Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn. (Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day)” — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
Literature doesn't matter! The only thing that matters is money and getting your teeth fixed! — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
Major writing is to say what has been seen, so that it need never be said again. — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
What does long life avail? The best seats at the funerals of friends. — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
Is it not clear that a reviewer's psyche, like an iceberg, is seven-eighths beneath the surface? — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
Order and disorder, form and formless must have profound psychological roots, nervous roots. — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
