Last Will and Testament
This twelvemonth,
the birds sat on the housetops;
the little minutes were four thousand books.
On the table, such odd trifles
kept your attention. Young lovers met;
some of what you heard
was the sea. Come away.
Let the grey paper confer
with the eggshells
and the brass horse.
Let summer wash its face
and stand in the pasture
and gather up its green buttons.
For pleasure its flowers on the table,
and you are non plus.
What I had, I spent on flowers.
from Blue in Green
live in the layers 