james schuyler
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Men in Hats Rise from the Ground
‘Five O’Clock’ by James Schuyler Men disport themselves.They help each other:“Reach in my chest and massage my heart.I am not dead.” If clouds are God’s table linen,what is rain?He gave men towels to dry themselves.He blessed their soap. The city grew like the desert, by erosionMen walk in it.God is not so much dead as…
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‘Greenwich Avenue’ by James Schuyler
In the evening of a brightlyunsunny day to watch back-lightedbuildings through the slitsbetween vertical strips of blindsand how red brick, brick paintedred, a flaky white, gray orthose of no color at all takethe light though it seems onlyabove and behind them so whatshows below has a slight evening“the day—sobs—dies” sadness and the sun marches on.…
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Sweat Sweet as Melons the Tongues
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‘What’ by James Schuyler
What’s in those pills? After lunch and I can hardly keep my eyes open. Oh, for someone to talk small talk with. Even a dog would do. Why are they hammering iron outside? And what is that generator whose fierce hum comes in the window? What is a poem, anyway. The daffodils, the heather and…
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We All Lay on the Island Beach Together (Tension)
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Did You Mean Más o Menos?
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“be frank (if you can’t be frank, be john and kenneth).”
From “The Last Avant-Garde” by David Lehman: [Frank] O’Hara’s ironically self-deprecating tone was much imitated. “I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love,” he wrote. He kiddingly called his own poems “the by-product of exhibitionism” and wrote constantly about his daily life. It was O’Hara who initiated the policy of…
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‘How is the sky like a grater, Jimmy?’
For James Schuyler How is the sky like a grater, Jimmy? What is sent up for shredding? Touches blue-bore and spark-moon, Cloud or torch in a rush against— No, not again, this Is how I am like a grater. So, what comes down lesser? Smaller, not sky. The sky Is neither catalog, Nor inventory, Litany;…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 377
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 327
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