Thursday, April 18, 2013

in the green morning

In the Green Morning, Now, Once More 
by Delmore Schwartz

In the green morning, before
Love was destiny,
The sun was king,
And God was famous. 
The merry, the musical,
The jolly, the magical,
The feast, the feast of feasts, the festival
Suddenly ended
As the sky descended
But there was only the feeling,
In all the dark falling,
Of fragrance and of freshness, of birth and beginning.

1 comment:

  1. I was thinking about that with Eva Pearl's while some die, some are born. Does it make sense out of life?


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