This Is a Poem I Wrote at Night, Before the Dawn
Delmore Schwartz (1913-1966)
This is a poem I wrote before I died and was reborn:
---After the years of the apples ripening and the eagles soaring,
After the festival here the small flowers gleamed like the first stars,
And the horses cantered and romped away like the experience of skill; mastered and serene
Power, grasped and governed by reins, lightly held by knowing hands.
The horses had cantered away, far enough away
So that I saw the horses’ heads farther and farther away
And saw that they had reached the black horizon on the dusk of day
And were or seemed black thunderheads, massy and ominous waves in the doomed sky:
And it was then, for the first time, then that I said as I must always say
All through living death of night:
It is always darkness before delight!
The long night is always the beginning of the vivid blossom of day.
戴尔默·史华兹（1913-66）tr. Fan Jinghua