How about an oak leaf if you had to be a leaf? Suppose you had your life to live over knowing what you know? Suppose you had plenty money "Get away from me you little fool." Evening of a day in early March, you are like the smell of drains in a restaurant where paté maison is a slab of cold meat loaf damp and wooly. You lack charm.
From Collected Poems by James Schuyler. Copyright © 1993 by James Schuyler. Used by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux . All rights reserved.