Delmore Schwartz (Делмор Шварц)

O Love, Sweet Animal

O Love, dark animal,
With your strangeness go
Like any freak or clown:
Appease tee child in her
Because she is alone
Many years ago
Terrified by a look
Which was not meant for her.
Brush your heavy fur
Against her, long and slow
Stare at her like a book,
Her interests being such
No one can look too much.
Tell her how you know
Nothing can be taken
Which has not been given:
For you time is forgiven:
Informed by hell and heaven
You are not mistaken

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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