‘I hate this time of year’

Photo credit: Andrew Rumsey This, from a person I have met a handful of times, our dogs nosing each other … More

James Schuyler at 100: from ‘Canticle’, by Chrissy Williams

Thank you to Chrissy Williams for contributing the stunning opening of her poetic response to James Schuyler’s ‘Hymn to Life’, … More

Thank you to Tamar Yoseloff for contributing this fourth post in celebration of James Schuyler’s centenary. In Paris last year, … More

Thank you to Pam Thompson for contributing this third post in celebration of James Schuyler’s centenary. James Marcus Schuyler was … More

Thank you to William Johnson for contributing his insightful reading of James Schuyler’s poem ‘The Crystal Lithium’, the second in … More

Thank you to Ailsa Holland for contributing this first blog post in honour of James Schuyler’s centenary. James Schuyler’s ‘The … More

Open call for guest blog posts celebrating the life and work of James Schuyler This November, we celebrate the centenary … More

On a spring day as far from ‘late in dour October’ it would be harder to imagine, James Schuyler’s The … More

Empathy and New Year A notion like that of empathy inspires great distrust in us, because it connotes a further … More

December Il va neiger dans quelques jours Francis Jammes The giant Norway spruce from Podunk, its lower branches bound, this … More

To celebrate what I now think of as James Schuyler day, I am reposting June 30, 1974. Happy … More

What I love about James Schuyler is coming across poems I have not found before and finding in them the … More

My James Schuyler obsession continues. (So is my adoration of blogs about pencils, but that is another story.) Below are … More

and (Dear James) it occurs to me now, just thinking out loud, that in a way Kenneth and Frank … More

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the ‘poets I go back to’ idea, that I first came across in … More

Dear James (may I call you James?) Though it’s been a while (at least ten years, maybe more) it feels as … More

I think I will write you a letter, June day. Dear June Fifth, you’re all green, so many kinds and … More

‘It’s over,’ I say. ‘You’re always saying that, too,’ the book says. ‘Always ‘tired’, or ‘busy’, or ‘giving up’. People … More