Delmore Schwartz cytaty

Delmore Schwartz – amerykański pisarz.

Uznanie zdobył sobie tomem In Dreams Begin Responsibilities , który zawierał wiersze, poematy filozoficzne oraz nowelę i dramat poetycki. W swojej twórczości podejmował tematykę tragizmu ludzkich losów we współczesnym świecie. Był autorem zbiorów wierszy Genesis: Book One , Vaudeville for a Princess oraz Summer Knowlege . Pisał też eseje krytycznoliterackie takie jak The Imitation of Life , czy Selected Essays . Był też autorem opowiadań z życia środowisk żydowskich w Ameryce, m.in. The World is Wedding oraz Succeful Love . Wikipedia  

✵ 8. Grudzień 1913 – 11. Lipiec 1966
Delmore Schwartz: 12   Cytatów 0   Polubień

Delmore Schwartz cytaty

„Kamienna ulica
Rozłożyła przede mną ciszę, w której trwały budynki,
Czuwanie nocnej lampy i cierpliwość konia.”

Źródło: Na łóżku nagim, w jaskini Platona, „Życie Literackie” nr 38, 22 września 1957, s. 7 http://mbc.malopolska.pl/dlibra/doccontent?id=14881, tłum. Zbigniew Herbert

Delmore Schwartz: Cytaty po angielsku

“Each minute bursts in the burning room,
The great globe reels in the solar fire,
Spinning the trivial and unique away.”

"Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day" ( full text online http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calmly-we-walk-through-this-april-s-day/); this poem has also been printed under the title "For Rhoda"
Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge (1959)
Kontekst: Each minute bursts in the burning room,
The great globe reels in the solar fire,
Spinning the trivial and unique away.
(How all things flash! How all things flare!)
What am I now that I was then?
May memory restore again and again
The smallest color of the smallest day:
Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.

“Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.”

"Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day" ( full text online http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calmly-we-walk-through-this-april-s-day/); this poem has also been printed under the title "For Rhoda"
Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge (1959)
Kontekst: Each minute bursts in the burning room,
The great globe reels in the solar fire,
Spinning the trivial and unique away.
(How all things flash! How all things flare!)
What am I now that I was then?
May memory restore again and again
The smallest color of the smallest day:
Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.

“I am my father's father,
You are your children's guilt.

In history's pity and terror
The child is Aeneas again;

Troy is in the nursery,
The rocking horse is on fire.

Child labor! The child must carry
His fathers on his back.”

"The Ballad of the Children of the Czar" http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ballad-of-the-children-of-the-czar/
Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge (1959)