Your red flowers, beautiful, bloody, are fallen
In a silent reverence among the green leaves!
But you do not ask for water.
You can not talk!
You do not have to talk -
Everyone knows you suffer from thirst
And yet, I do not bring water!
They pass by, saying,
"Bite needs water."
I was too full of joy to share
And I missed to share my happiness with you,
I, who loved you, Spoon River,
And I long for your love,
I wounded under your eyes, Spoon River -
Thirsty, thirsty,
Too strange in the purity of the soul to ask for your love;
And you knew, and you saw how I put myself in front of you,
Like this bite that someone planted over my grave
And she let her die.
epitaph by Edgar Lee Masters of Spoon River Antology,
Is it poetry.
And I long for your love,
I wounded under your eyes, Spoon River -
Thirsty, thirsty,
this line is very nice.
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