Cambridge, Spring 1937 by Delmore Schwartz
At last the air fragrant, the bird's bubbling whistle Succinct in the unknown unsettled trees: O little Charles, beside the Georgian colleges And milltown New England; at last the wind soft, The sky unmoving, and the dead look Of factory windows separate, at last, From windows gray and wet: for now the sunlight Thrashes its wet shellac on brickwalk and gutter, White splinters streak midmorning and doorstep, Winter passes as the lighted streetcar Moves at midnight, one scene of the past, Droll and unreal, stiff, stilted and hooded.
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