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Delmore Schwartz - Poem (In the morning, when it was raining)
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In the morning, when it was raining,
Then the birds were hectic and loudy;
Through all the reign is fall`s entertaining;
Their singing was erratic and full of disorder:
They did not remember the summer blue
Or the orange of June. They did not think at all
Of the great red and bursting ball
Of the kingly sun`s terror and tempest, blazing,
Once the slanting rain threw over all
The colorless curtains of the ceaseless spontaneous fall.
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