Back in 1958 Mr. Schuyler wrote a pleasant little novel, Alfred and Guinevere, and these poems are also light and young in spirit. Sudden sights and happy congruences are celebrated through the ""more litter, less clutter"" of images whirled through weather and landscape. Mr. Schuyler has an ingenious wit: "". . . and they/ are a medium size couple who/ when they fold each other up, well thrill."" But very often colloquial fillip and the self-indulgent coin-counting of the imagist bring unhappy results: ""The pink of five tulips/ at five P.M. on the day before March first. . . I can't get over/ how it all works in together,"" and ""petunias/ adorable sticky flower."" An uneven but often stimulating collection.