Hymn To Life (James Schuyler Poems)
The wind rests its cheek upon the ground and feels the cool dampAnd lifts its head with twigs and small ...
James Schuyler Poems (16 Poems)
The Crystal Lithium (James Schuyler Poems)
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beachEve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when ...
Buried At Springs (James Schuyler Poems)
There is a hornet in the roomand one of us will have to goout the window into the lateAugust midafternoon ...
Korean Mums (James Schuyler Poems)
beside me in this gardenare huge and daisy-like(why not? are notoxeye daisies a chrysanthemum?),shrubby and thick-stalked,the leaves pointing upthe stems ...
The Bluet (James Schuyler Poems)
And is it staminathat unseasonably freaksforth a bluet, aQuaker lady, bythe lake? So small,a drop of sky thatsplashed and held,four-petaled, ...
Faure’s Second Piano Quartet (James Schuyler Poems)
On a day like this the rain comesdown in fat and random drops amongthe ailanthus leaves—-"the treeof Heaven"—-the leaves that ...
October (James Schuyler Poems)
Books litter the bed,leaves the lawn. Itlightly rains. Fall hascome: unpatterned, inthe shedding leaves.The maples ripen. Applescome home crisp in ...
Salute (James Schuyler Poems)
Past is past, and if oneremembers what one meantto do and never did, isnot to have thought to doenough? Like ...
Closed Gentian Distances (James Schuyler Poems)
A nothing day full ofwild beauty and thetimer pings. Roll upthe silver off the baytake down the cloudssort the spruce ...
Sunday (James Schuyler Poems)
The mint bed is inbloom: lavender hazeday. The grass ismore than green andthrows up sharp andcutting lights toslice through theplane ...
Faure’s Second Piano Quartet (James Schuyler Poems)
On a day like this the rain comes down in fat and random drops among the ailanthus leaves---"the tree of ...
October (James Schuyler Poems)
Books litter the bed, leaves the lawn. It lightly rains. Fall has come: unpatterned, in the shedding leaves. The maples ...
Sunday (James Schuyler Poems)
The mint bed is in bloom: lavender haze day. The grass is more than green and throws up sharp and ...
Salute (James Schuyler Poems)
Past is past, and if one remembers what one meant to do and never did, is not to have thought ...
Closed Gentian Distances (James Schuyler Poems)
A nothing day full of wild beauty and the timer pings. Roll up the silver off the bay take down ...
Korean Mums (James Schuyler Poems)
beside me in this garden are huge and daisy-like (why not? are not oxeye daisies a chrysanthemum?), shrubby and thick-stalked, ...