POEM
In
the green morning, before
Love was destiny,
The sun was king,
And God was famous.
The merry, the musical,
The jolly, the magical,
The feast, the feast of feasts, the festival
Suddenly ended
As
the sky descended
But there was only the feeling,
In
all the dark falling,
Of fragrance and of freshness, of birth and beginning.
Delmore Schwartz
THOUGHT TO CATULLUS
sunburst
of lemon oil and olive
and thin silvergold rays
fine as dove
a swelling globe
of rain
drops sharply
on hot new-turned soil
and a cloud
blue and white and
brimming with itself
rolls heavily slowly
sometimes burning
suncaught
