Then the moon goes crocus.

James Schuyler (from Crocus Night, in Collected Poems)

When I took this picture yesterday (on an exceedingly warm and sunny day for February), I was reminded of this James Schuyler poem.


About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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2 Responses to Crocus

  1. maryt says:

    Thought and thought over the phrase, “And then the moon goes crocus.” What does it mean? The color! Yes, the color! Do you agree?

  2. Yes, it is definitely the color Schuyler is talking about. I’ve seen the moon go “crocus” a few times myself, but have only known it do that after reading Schuyler’s poem.

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