In addition to essays and long and short works of fiction, Harrison was also a poet of some renown. Whatever he wrote, he wrote it with passion. By all accounts, he lived a lusty and full life and most likely had little to regret at the end of it.
This is one of his better known poems and it feels particularly appropriate to feature it as this week's poem of the week. It seems to feature a narrator who is looking back on his life after his death - a death that came just as spring had begun to "bring new birds up from Mexico."