Delmore Schwartz

The Sin Of Hamlet

Out Of The Watercolored Window, When You Look

Late Autumn In Venice

The Poet

The Beautiful American Word, Sure

Sonnet Suggested By Homer, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Paul Vakzy, James Joyce, Et Al.

Poem (You, My Photographer, You, Most Aware)

What Is To Be Given

Spiders

Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer

The Journey Of A Poem Compared To All The Sad Variety Of Travel

Philology Recapitulates Ontology, Poetry Is Ontology

Sonnet: The Ghosts Of James And Peirce In Harvard Yard

Parlez-Vous Francais?

Occasional Poems

To Helen

Two Lyrics From Kilroy’s Carnival: A Masque

Saint, Revolutionist

Poem (Faithful To Your Commands, O Consciousness)

Words For A Trumpet Chorale Celebrating The Autumn

Someone Is Harshly Coughing As Before

Socrates Ghost Must Haunt Me Now

Poem (Remember Midsummer: The Fragrance Of Box)

News Of The Gold World Of May

Prothalamion

The Ballad Of The Children Of The Czar

The Foggy, Foggy Blue

The Ballet Of The Fifth Year

The True-Blue American

Narcissus

Calmly We Walk Through This April’s Day

The Heavy Bear Who Goes With Me

Baudelaire

All Night, All Night

A Dream Of Whitman Paraphrased, Recognized And Made More Vivid By Renoir

America, America!

At This Moment Of Time

The Choir And Music Of Solitude And Silence

In The Naked Bed, In Plato’s Cave

For The One Who Would Not Take His Life In His Hands

Poem (In The Morning, When It Was Raining)

Albert Einstein To Archibald Macleish

In The Slight Ripple, The Mind Perceives The Heart

For The One Who Would Take Man’s Life In His Hands

The First Night Of Fall And Falling Rain

Cambridge, Spring 1937

From: A King Of Kings, A King Among The Kings

Far Rockaway

From The Graveyard By The Sea

Phoenix Lyrics

Concerning The Synthetic Unity Of Apperception

By Circumstances Fed

Sonnet On Famous And Familiar Sonnets And Experiences

Love And Marilyn Monroe

This Is A Poem I Wrote At Night, Before The Dawn

Apollo Musagete, Poetry, And The Leader Of The Muses

A Young Child And His Pregnant Mother

Tired And Unhappy, You Think Of Houses

Now He Knows All There Is To Know. Now He Is Acquainted With The Day And Night

O Love, Sweet Animal