Poems by James Schuyler
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Korean Mums
... I sit scribbling in a little ...
Faure's Second Piano Quartet
... The rapid music fills in the spaces of ...
October
... Apples come home crisp in bags ...
Sunday
... And on the cloudless blue ...
Salute
... enough? Like that gather- ...
Closed Gentian Distances
... send to laundry marked, ...
Buried At Springs
... II A day subtle and suppressed ...
Unnumbered Ward
... eyes of those called to selflessness, lonely for more selfish days ...
Scarlatti
... before last unlocked the castle ...
A Man in Blue
... ” He waves his hands and through the vocalese-shaped spaces ...
Freely Espousing
... on the other hand I am not going to espouse any short stories in which lawn mowers clack ...
Foreign Parts
... Mrs. Smith- Jones, rich, gonged aground a pissoir ...
Hymn to Life
... A rope Tied to a tree caught between my thighs and I was yanked headfirst ...
Now and then
... and the dark tranquility of hemlocks encroaching on untilled fields ...
The Crystal Lithium
... and In its parking lot vast as the kiss to which is made the most complete surrender ...
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