Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.
(Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day)
Call us what you will: we are made such by love.
Delmore SchwartzO 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 the abyss sucking him down and down,
An endlessly helplessly falling and appalled clown:
This is the way the night passes by, this
Is the overnight endless trip to the famous unfathomable abyss.
I am a book I neither wrote nor read.
Delmore SchwartzLove is the most difficult and dangerous form of courage. Courage is the most desperate, admirable and noble kind of love.
Delmore SchwartzTime is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.
Tags: time inspirational-life
What was the freedom to which the adult human being rose in the morning, if each act was held back or inspired by the overpowering ghost of a little child?
Delmore SchwartzTags: freedom childhood memory constraints
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