Looking at the sky last night and the moon in the first fresh dark, just a few stars, bright with their cold flares, I had a little crumpled thought, 'Oh well, the moon. It's just another place like California.' One's imagination drags its feet as we are inexorably hauled into the future.
One tends to write beyond what's needed - James Schuyler
One tends to write beyond what's needed
- James Schuyler
What are the questions you wish to ask? - James Schuyler
What are the questions you wish to ask?
A nothing day full of wild beauty .... Little fish stream by, a river in water. - James Schuyler
A nothing day full of wild beauty .... Little fish stream by, a river in water.
In the past I have declined to comment on my own work: because, it seems to me, a poem is what it is; because a poem is itself a definition, and to t… - James Schuyler
In the past I have declined to comment on my own work: because, it seems to me, a poem is what it is; because a poem is itself a definition, and to t…
However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can't be much to it. - James Schuyler
However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can't be much to it.
Looking at the sky last night and the moon in the first fresh dark, just a few stars, bright with their cold flares, I had a little crumpled thought,… - James Schuyler
Looking at the sky last night and the moon in the first fresh dark, just a few stars, bright with their cold flares, I had a little crumpled thought,…
Snow falling softly on lashes of eyes you love, and a cold cheek growing warm next to your own in hushed dark familial December. - James Schuyler
Snow falling softly on lashes of eyes you love, and a cold cheek growing warm next to your own in hushed dark familial December.
It is always pleasant to learn that someone takes an interest in a work which one enjoyed writing - James Schuyler
It is always pleasant to learn that someone takes an interest in a work which one enjoyed writing
I do not usually revise much, though I often cut, particularly the end or toward the end of a poem - James Schuyler
I do not usually revise much, though I often cut, particularly the end or toward the end of a poem
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