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.
The work becomes chiding of sunlight. The work is elegy and shaded. The principle ciphers as a god, in the way transience is purpose. Transience works this brief, ending fields, making trees concern. The hell of halting midway identifies the work of burning thru. Forever makes a sign. Sign makes worthy. Indeed the tramp of feet forward concludes any sentences but suggests more. Long sentences, stupid words. The caroling heard by Dante, brilliantine remorse for a better tide. The long road up from down, and turned around. The work then becomes the work now, as stained glass similitude. Anxious in the class structure of catastrophe, the baying song over all. Nothing to do but be done. Ruskin gave you papers to remind you. Slow battering concedes the earth in time. Time being functional and oblique. The worker inside sees the nation by exhalation. Transitive connection sports of culture. The class that ends becomes the class that begins, both left and right.
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