Reading for Pleasure Wednesday: James Schuyler

The Smallest

It is in front of the tree.

The houses around the windows are lit

by it, it turns off and goes upon

knees and wherever the bone is almost next

to the skin. It has been defamed.

It will become undernourished.

It is not without end. It is not.

It is not what you can let happen,

or cause to happen, or has anything

at all to do with happening.

It happens as it exists without effect.

It is the pure in pure mathematics.

It is the sully in unsullied rain.

It is the pain in painfully.

It is also the fully. It is

the light in highlight and headlight,

the head in headland, the towering

in towers, trees, the outstretched

in shadows of mountains on plains and lakes.

It is not the water in the lake, however,

it is not cupped.

If it exists, it is unaware of it.

It could name itself however, and does.

It contains alphabets.

It is infinite and therefore the smallest thing.

Axé.

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3 responses to “Reading for Pleasure Wednesday: James Schuyler

  1. Z

    The smallest! Thank you for reminding me of this poem.

  2. but what is “the smallest” ? i’m having such a hard time understanding this for some reason

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