YOUR red blossoms amid green leaves Are drooping, beautiful geranium! But you do not ask for water. You cannot speak! You do not need to speak -- Everyone knows that you are dying of thirst, Yet they do not bring water! They pass on, saying: "The geranium wants water." And I, who had happiness to share And longed to share your happiness; I who loved you, Spoon River, And craved your love, Withered before your eyes, Spoon River -- Thirsting, thirsting, Voiceless from chasteness of soul to ask you for love, You who knew and saw me perish before you, Like this geranium which someone has planted over me, And left to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN HE EMERGED by MARGARET AHO A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 13 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NOT UNDERSTOOD by THOMAS BRACKEN ON THE DEATH OF ANNE BRONTE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE DON JUAN: CANTO 7 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AIRS SUNG AT BROUGHAM CASTLE: THE DANCE by THOMAS CAMPION SONNET: HE RAILS AGAINST DANTE, WHO CENSURED HIS HOMAGE TO BECCHINA by CECCO ANGIOLIERI DA SIENA |