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Delmore Schwartz - Poem (You, my photographer
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You, my photographer, you, most aware,
Who climbed to the bridge when the iceberg struck,
Climbed with your camera when the ship`s hull broke,
And lighted your flashes and, standing passionate there,
Wound the camera in the sudden burst`s flare,
Shot the screaming women, and turned and took
Pictures of the iceberg (as the ship`s deck shook)
Dreaming like the moon in the night`s black air!

You, tiptoe on the rail to film a child!
The nude old woman swimming in the sea
Looked up from the dark water to watch you there;
Below, near the ballroom where the band still toiled,
The frightened, in their lifebelts, watched you bitterly -
You hypocrite! My brother! We are a pair!
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