Come not in black when you say, "Farewell," Come in a nebulous blue. That is the way in the coming years I shall choose to remember you. Bring me no flowers warped into wreaths. Bring me a rose or two. By such a gift in the coming years I shall choose to remember you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN THE TEMPTRESS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL DRAW THE SWORD, O REPUBLIC by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |