I Fuss Over Their Arrangement

But I--

I arrange three roses in a Chinese vase:

A pink one,

A red one,

A yellow one.

I fuss over their arrangement.

Then I sit in a South window

And sip pale wine with a touch of hemlock in it,

And think of Winter nights,

And field mice crossing and re-crossing

The spot which will be my grave.

--Amy Lowell (from "New Heavens For Old")