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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WINTER TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EACH AND [OR, IN] ALL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE FALL OF JERUSALEM by ALFRED TENNYSON THE OLD CUMBERLAND BEGGAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |