Delmore Schwartz (Делмор Шварц)

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What is to be given,
Is spirit, yet animal,
Colored, like heaven,
Blue, yellow, beautiful.

The blood is checkered by
So many stains and wishes,
Between it and the sky
You could not choose, for riches.

Yet let me now be careful
Not to give too much
To one so shy and fearful
For like a gun is touch.

1. Yeats Died Saturday in France
2. Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day
3. All Night, All Night
4. In the Naked Bed, in Plato's Cave
5. The Heavy Bear Who Goes With Me

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