Thank God for friends like Jane
February--and this has been the second worst month of 2014 for weather, the other being last month. But today is Friday--and for that I bring you a glimmer of sunshine: February by James Schuyler, from Selected Poems A chimney, breathing a little smoke. The sun, I can't see making a bit of pink I can't quite see in the blue. The pink of five tulips at five p.m. on the day before March first. The green of the tulip stems and leaves like something I can't remember, finding a jack-in-the-pulpit a long time ago and far away. Why it was December then and the sun was on the sea by the...