The world is gradually becoming a place br where I do not care to be anymore. Can Delmore die? br I don't suppose br in all them years a day went ever by br without a loving thought for him. Welladay. br In the brightness of his promise, br br unstained, I saw him thro' the mist of the actual br blazing with insight, warm with gossip br thro' all our Harvard years br when both of us were just becoming known br I got him out of a police-station once, in Washington, the world is tref br and grief too astray for tears. br br I imagine you have heard the terrible news, br that Delmore Schwartz is dead, miserably & alone, br in New York: he sang me a song br 'I am the Brooklyn poet Delmore Schwartz br Harms & the child I sing, two parents' torts' br when he was young & gift-strong.