By William Carlos Williams
Date: 7 May 1998

(I don't know)

Sweep the house clean,
hang fresh curtains
in the windows,
put on a new dress
and come with me!

The elm is scattering
its little loaves
of sweet smells
from a white sky!

Who shall hear of us
in the time to come?
Let him say there was
a burst of fragrance
from black branches.