He died at eighty. Out in the fields that summer


He died at eighty. Out in the fields that summer
He had picked a stalk of Queen Anne's Lace
And held it up to see the blue sky through
For the first time. While he stood there looking
There were three whites over the field that morning:
His white head, the white flower, and a cloud.


                                          --Four Men, IV


Robert Francis, Robert Francis: Collected Poems, 1936-1976, University of Massachusetts Press, 1985.