Poetry Wednesday: Late Autumn in Venice by Delmore Schwartz
Late Autumn In Venice by Delmore Schwartz The city floats no longer like a bait To hook the nimble darting summer days. The glazed and brittle palaces pulsate and radiate And glitter. Summer’s garden sways, A heap of marionettes hanging down and dangled, Leaves tired, torn, turned upside down and strangled: Until from forest depths, from bony leafless trees A will wakens: the admiral, lolling long at ease, Has been commanded, overnight — suddenly –: In the first dawn, all galleys put to sea! Waking … Continue reading →