The day is so still, the sky so bright, the clouds so fleecy, and silver toned, the spruces so scarcely stirring, the cawing of the crows so distant, the lapse of the tide so gentle, the droning of the fly so freighted with meaning, the air warmed to so faint a fragrance of pitch and grass and salt, I can only sign myself,
your devoted adorer,
Jimmy
James Schuyler ⬩ The Letters of James Schuyler to Frank O’Hara
added October 31, 2023 ⬩ random excerpt