James Marcus Schuyler
James Marcus Schuyler Poems
|1.||A Man In Blue||5/9/2012|
|6.||Tears, Oily Tears...||5/9/2012|
|7.||Sweet Romanian Tongue||5/9/2012|
|10.||A White City||4/20/2015|
|11.||Poem (I Do Not Always Understand What You Say)||6/9/2015|
|12.||Poem (The Day Gets Slowly Started)||5/9/2012|
|13.||Now And Then||5/9/2012|
|15.||The Crystal Lithium||4/22/2010|
|16.||Buried At Springs||4/22/2010|
|17.||Hymn To Life||4/22/2010|
|20.||Closed Gentian Distances||1/13/2003|
|22.||Faure's Second Piano Quartet||1/13/2003|
Books litter the bed,
leaves the lawn. It
lightly rains. Fall has
come: unpatterned, in
the shedding leaves.
The maples ripen. Apples
come home crisp in bags.
This pear tastes good.
It rains lightly on the
random leaf patterns.
The nimbus is spread
above our island. Rain
lightly patters on un-
shed leaves. The books
of fall litter the bed.
Hymn To Life
The wind rests its cheek upon the ground and feels the cool damp
And lifts its head with twigs and small dead blades of grass
Pressed into it as you might at the beach rise up and brush away
The sand. The day is cool and says, “I’m just staying overnight.”
The world is filled with music, and in between the music, silence
And varying the silence all sorts of sounds, natural and man made:
There goes a plane, some cars, geese that honk and, not here, but
Not so far away, a scream so r