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I no more wrote than read that book which is
The self I am, half hidden as it is
From one and all who see within a kiss
The lounging formless blackness of an abyss. How could I think the brief years were enough
To prove the reality of endless love?

— Delmore Schwartz Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge (1959)

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

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

Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge (1959)

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

Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge (1959)

How could I think the brief years were enough
To prove the reality of endless love?

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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