My life’s blossom might have bloomed on all sides
Save for a bitter wind which stunted my petals
On the side of me which you in the village could see.
From the dust I lift a voice of protest:
My flowering side you never saw!
Ye living ones, ye are fools indeed
Who do not know the ways of the Wind
And the unseen forces
That govern the processes of life.
Serepta Mason, Antologia di Spoon River, Edgar Lee Mastars
Io lo vedo.
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