Concerning The Synthetic Unity Of Apperception

Delmore Schwartz

“Trash, trash!” the king my uncle said,
“The spirit’s smoke and weak as smoke ascends.
“Sit in the sun and not among the dead,
“Eat oranges! Pish tosh! the car attends.

“All ghosts came back. they do not like it there,
“No silky water and no big brown bear,

“No beer and no siestas up above.”
“Uncle,” I said, “I’m lonely. What is love?”

This drove him quite insane. Now he must knit
Time and apperception, bit by tiny bit.

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