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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366807" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Calmly we walk through this April's day,<br>Metropolitan poetry here and there,<br>In the park sit pauper and rentier,<br>The screaming children, the motor-car<br>Fugitive about us, running away,<br>Between the worker and the millionaire<br>Number provides all distances,<br>It is Nineteen Thirty-Seven now,<br>Many great dears are taken away,<br>What will become of you and me<br>(This is the school in which we learn...)<br>Besides the photo and the memory?<br>(...that time is the fire in which we burn.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(This is the school in which we learn...)<br>What is the self amid this blaze?<br>What am I now that I was then<br>Which I shall suffer and act again,<br>The theodicy I wrote in my high school days<br>Restored all life from infancy,<br>The children shouting are bright as they run<br>(This is the school in which they learn . . .)<br>Ravished entirely in their passing play!<br>(...that time is the fire in which they burn.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Avid its rush, that reeling blaze!<br>Where is my father and Eleanor?<br>Not where are they now, dead seven years,<br>But what they were then?<br>   No more? No more?<br>From Nineteen-Fourteen to the present day,<br>Bert Spira and Rhoda consume, consume<br>Not where they are now (where are they now?)<br>But what they were then, both beautiful;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each minute bursts in the burning room,<br>The great globe reels in the solar fire,<br>Spinning the trivial and unique away.<br>(How all things flash! How all things flare!)<br>What am I now that I was then?<br>May memory restore again and again<br>The smallest color of the smallest day:<br>Time is the school in which we learn,<br>Time is the fire in which we burn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Delmore+Schwartz">Delmore Schwartz</a><div class=q>
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Metropolitan poetry here and there,
In the park sit pauper and rentier,
The screaming children, the motor-car
Fugitive about us, running away,
Between the worker and the millionaire
Number provides all dist..."></div>
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