Salute
James Schuyler
Past is past, and if one
remembers what one meant
to do and never did, is
not to have thought to do
enough? Like that gather-
ing of one each I
planned, to gather one
of each kind of clover,
daisy, paintbrush that
grew in that field
the cabin stood in and
study them one afternoon
before they wilted. Past
is past. I salute
that various field.
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“Salute” from COLLECTED POEMS by James Schuyler.
Copyright © 1993 by the Estate of James Schuyler.
Used/Reprinted by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux
New York, New York
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