This month's Poetry Project guideline says to post a Pulitzer winner's poem, a perfect excuse to revisit Sara Teasdale.
I Shall Not Care
When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.
I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough,
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now.