Delmore Schwartz arrived with his with and a smile. He mutters his teeth, they are his. At a frantic pace, we begin to seed the world. Starting with the blue sky, which Delmore Schwartz says is very blue. Children are natural enough, with cats looking on. A ferried green talking of earth reflects some seasons, forgetting other seasons immediately. As Elmore James, Delmore Schwartz posed many questions, sometimes with frogs chirping in trees. Who will dust his broom? Seeping from trees, elegants ripostes and leafy green spell the moment exactly. The tablature includes using rudiments of notes in a blue way. The trees await his fact-based writing. There should always be more.