Drips, coats, and smears, all that spring yellow under unending
Blue. Only the oaks hold back their leaf buds, reticent.
Reticence is not a bad quality, though it may lead to
I misunderstood silence for disapproval, see now it was
Sympathy. Thank you, [June], for these warm stirrings. Life
Goes on, it seems, though in all sorts of places—nursing
Homes—it is drawing to a close. Abstractions and generalities:
Grass and blue depths into which the evening star seems set.
—James Schuyler, from “Hymn to Life,” in Selected Poems (Farrar, Straus, Giroux, 1988)