And here is the final poem in the book:

INSTRUCTIONS

Say I was filled with regret

because I always fell for the future,

and that I learned that hope, like the rain,

can make the wrong things grow.

Explain I would have mourned

much longer if the world had let me.

Say that I hope to be remembered,

and that I wish I had forgotten less.

Set right the rumor I was ever

a believer: a story was told to me

as knowledge and I loved it once,

an arrangement of premises on which

I learned to build all you recall of me.

Belief has nothing to do with faith.

The first I lost early and all at once,

the second later, one loss at a time.

Tell them that, a sailor, I knew fog

was no excuse and certainly no comfort.

Assure them that when I had nothing

to say I said nothing, kept still,

and let things come clear in their time.

Because I spoke clearly does not mean

I remained unlettered, simple, or naïve:

tell them I saw all there was to see.