In Luminous Exile

For Delmore Schwartz.

sparks of firecracker

If time was the fire, you entered barefoot and unmasked to spin within its heat, collecting what you could until it was time to march again. You stepped from it and promised to return, bending low to gather the fathers you carried on your back.

You dreamed of warm houses in winter. Your dream had humor, then its genius thickened. You bloomed into ruin, the heavy bear. And yet.

Somehow, sparks from the fire you absorbed continued to flicker after your lonely death, and other strangers––heaving, heavy bears, baring ourselves––marching long nights with the weight of dead fathers on our backs, would see it, and keep on.

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Inspired by the life, work (and untimely death) of Delmore Schwartz (1913-1966).

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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