Delmore Schwartz (Делмор Шварц)

Albert Einstein to Archibald Macleish

I should have been a plumber fixing drains.
And mending pure white bathtubs for the great Diogenes
(who scorned all lies, all liars, and all tyrannies),

And then, perhaps, he would bestow on me — majesty!
(O modesty aside, forgive my fallen pride, O hidden
     majesty,
The lamp, the lantern, the lucid light he sought for

                 All too often — sick humanity!)

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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