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Poem [This beauty that I see] by James Schuyler^ 1923 –1991 This beauty that I see —the sun going down.   scours the entangled and lightly henna withies and the wind whips them as it would ship a cloud— is passing so swiftly into night. A moon, full and flat, and stars a freight train passing passing it is the sea and not a train. This beauty that collects dry leaves in pools and pockets and goes freezingly, just able still to swiftly flow it goes, it goes. From Collected Poems by James Schuyler. Copyright © 1993 by James Schuyler
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Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 10:00 AM UTC
This beauty that I see by James Schuyler
I skip, across a streaming, upon random~laid flat and comfortable flat flagstone stepping stones, from poet to poet, color to color, poem to poem, Auden to Whitman, Schuyler to myself, a dingaling notion, an errant word, the here to there, all randoms, yet, oval chain linked all, a question posed, an answer unknown, a reference to an old Italian myth, and there, and here, a body, comes to rest, & also, comes to rest… <> led not by the nose, but the single fingered tip that guides across a landscape patterned painting, lost but never a loser, each implants, each imbibes, and the H&H^ alternatively rumbles, pounds, vibrato burns erratically, and the difference between a life in love, and a life in poetry, is not a line dividing, but a path combining, and the only sign upon the road, is never a reddened "stop!" always just a soft lavender, so tender, inquiring, requiring, deep thoughts and reckless abandonment, the only guide inspired when ecstatic adrift in a season, a sea, any one of nature's designed unlimited schemata's of vista creations, is this, simply stated: What? <> postscript 6:27 Sabbath Sep 27 nyc after a sunrise glorious, where the windows eastern facing make an irresistible irrational pattern of golden yellow reflecting, mirrors, and after reading much, and so I too, reflect, vista, vista, what do you see, I see…What? after reading a poem by James Schuyler, entitled (yes, we are) "What"^^
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Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 7:47 AM UTC
adrift, but not drifting...