James Marcus Schuyler

(9 November 1923 – 12 April 1991 / Chicago, Illinois)

James Marcus Schuyler Poems

1. A Man In Blue 5/9/2012
2. Destitute Peru 5/9/2012
3. Foreign Parts 5/9/2012
4. Freely Espousing 5/9/2012
5. Unnumbered Ward 5/9/2012
6. Tears, Oily Tears... 5/9/2012
7. Sweet Romanian Tongue 5/9/2012
8. Scarlatti 5/9/2012
9. Light Night 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
14. The Bluet 4/22/2010
15. The Crystal Lithium 4/22/2010
16. Buried At Springs 4/22/2010
17. Hymn To Life 4/22/2010
18. April 5/17/2011
19. Sunday 4/22/2010
20. Closed Gentian Distances 1/13/2003
21. Salute 1/13/2003
22. Faure's Second Piano Quartet 1/13/2003
23. Korean Mums 1/13/2003
24. October 1/13/2003
Best Poem of James Marcus Schuyler

October

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.

Read the full of October

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

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