Explore "Serepta Mason" by Edgar Lee Masters on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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.