Asphodel, that Greeny Flower (1955), by William Carlos Williams (excerpt)

Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
                    I come, my sweet,
                                        to sing to you!
My heart rouses
                    thinking to bring you news
                                        of something
that concerns you
                    and concerns many men. Look at
                                        what passes for the new.
You will not find it there but in
                    despised poems.
                                        It is difficult
to get the news from poems
                    yet men die miserably every day
                                        for lack
of what is found there.
                    Hear me out
                                        for I too am concerned
and every man
                    who wants to die at peace in his bed
                                        besides.