This is one of my favorite poems:

Yu/stan/kema

Afternoon On A Hill. 

I will be the gladdest thing

Under the sun!

I will touch a hundred flowers

And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds

With quiet eyes,

Watch the wind bow down the grass

And the grass rise.

And when the lights begin to show

Up from the town,

I will mark which must be mine,

And then start down.

Edna St. Vincent Millay.