© 1985 Nancy Crampton

JAMES SCHUYLER

The poems included here were all written in the Fairfield Porters’ house on South Main Street in Southampton, where I used to stay in the sixties. Each is concerned with a view from a different window. In “Empathy and New Year” the man heard shoveling snow was the Porters’ eldest son, John, and the man with whom I have a conversation about a snow picture coming back from the movies was Fairfield. The others, which, like many of my poems, are in a sense diary entries, seem self-explanatory.