Classic Poem

I remember you because of a grassy hill
Where the violets grew thicker than the grass,
And through my memory flames and whistles still
A flock of red-winged blackbirds we watched pass.

Because of a rain-filled night I remember you,
And a tree we came on suddenly in the fall,
And a vague horizon that broke and foamed in blue,
— But I do not remember any words of yours at all.