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Poem

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.

Credit


From Collected Poems by James Schuyler. Copyright © 1993 by James Schuyler. Used by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux . All rights reserved.

Author


James Schuyler

James Marcus Schuyler was born on November 9, 1923, in Chicago, Illinois.

Date Published: 1993-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/poem-11