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by Delmore Schwartz | |

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

 (Robert Frost, 1875-1963) 

Whose wood this is I think I know:
He made it sacred long ago:
He will expect me, far or near
To watch that wood immense with snow.
That famous horse must feel great fear Now that his noble rider's no longer here: He gives his harness bells to rhyme --Perhaps he will be back, in time? All woulds were promises he kept Throughout the night when others slept: Now that he knows all that he did not know, His wood is holy, and full of snow, and all the beauty he made holy long long ago In Boston, London, Washington, And once by the Pacific and once in Moscow: and now, and now upon the fabulous blue river ever or singing from a great white bough And wherever America is, now as before, and now as long, long ago He sleeps and wakes forever more! "0 what a metaphysical victory The first day and night of death must be!"

by John Berryman | |

Dream Song 38: The Russian grin bellows his condolence

 The Russian grin bellows his condolence
tó the family: ah but it's Kay,
& Ted, & Chris & Anne,
Henry thinks of: who eased his fearful way
from here, in here, to there.
This wants thought.
I won't make it out.
Maybe the source of noble such may come clearer to dazzled Henry.
It may come.
I'd say it will come with pain, in mystery.
I'd rather leave it alone.
I do leave it alone.
And down with the listener.
Now he has become, abrupt, an industry.
Professional-Friends-Of-Robert-Frost all over gap wide their mouths while the quirky medium of so many truths is quiet.
Let's be quiet.
Let us listen: —What for, Mr Bones? —while he begins to have it out with Horace.