Delmore Schwartz
Copyright 2025 by Michael Walker
He spent his last days
In the Chelsea Hotel
Reading Dostoevsky
Relentlessly
Ruminating in the
Early
Morning
About
The glory
And slippage
Of his
Days…
He spent his last days
Posthumously
His body not identified
For two
Fucking
Days…
He kept waiting waiting
In those last
Hours
Waiting
For the fountains
To run
And
Overflow
Again…
I once asked a professor
If we could study him
He shook his head
Emphatically
henrythevamp:
A poem about a poet I admire who died after struggles with alcohol and mental illness.