The 12+ James Schuyler Quotes

What Are The Questions You Wish To Ask?

One Tends To Write Beyond What's Needed

I Do Not Usually Revise Much, Though I Often Cut, Particularly The End Or Toward The End Of A Poem

A Nothing Day Full Of Wild Beauty .... Little Fish Stream By, A River In Water.

It Is Always Pleasant To Learn That Someone Takes An Interest In A Work Which One Enjoyed Writing

It Seems To Me That Readers Sometimes Make The Genesis Of A Poem More Mysterious Than It Is (by That I Perhaps Mean, Think Of It As Something Outside Their Own Experience)

However, If A Poem Can Be Reduced To A Prose Sentence, There Can't Be Much To It.

In The Past I Have Declined To Comment On My Own Work: Because, It Seems To Me, A Poem Is What It Is; Because A Poem Is Itself A Definition, And To Try To Redefine It Is To Be Apt To Falsify It; And Because The Author Is The Person Least Able To Consider His Work Objectively

Snow Falling Softly On Lashes Of Eyes You Love, And A Cold Cheek Growing Warm Next To Your Own In Hushed Dark Familial December.

The Aim Of The Poet, Or Other Artist, Is First To Make Something; And It's Impossible To Make Something Out Of Words And Not Communicate

Looking At The Sky Last Night And The Moon In The First Fresh Dark, Just A Few Stars, Bright With Their Cold Flares, I Had A Little Crumpled Thought, 'oh Well, The Moon. It's Just Another Place Like California.' One's Imagination Drags Its Feet As We Are Inexorably Hauled Into The Future.

I Wish I Could Press Snowflakes In A Book Like Flowers.