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… - Delmore Schwartz

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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.

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About Delmore Schwartz

Delmore Schwartz (December 8 1913 – July 11 1966) was an American poet and short story writer.

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Where the light is, and each thing clear, Separate from all others, standing in its place, I drink the time and touch whatever's near, <p> And hope for day when the whole world has that face: For what assures her present every year? In dark accidents the mind's sufficient grace.

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