Your red blossoms amid green leaves <br />Are drooping, beautiful geranium! <br />But you do not ask for water. <br />You cannot speak! You do not need to speak -- <br />Everyone knows that you are dying of thirst, <br />Yet they do not bring water! <br />They pass on, saying: <br />"The geranium wants water." <br />And I, who had happiness to share <br />And longed to share your happiness; <br />I who loved you, Spoon River, <br />And craved your love, <br />Withered before your eyes, Spoon River -- <br />Thirsting, thirsting, <br />Voiceless from chasteness of soul to ask you for love, <br />You who knew and saw me perish before you, <br />Like this geranium which someone has planted over me, <br />And left to die.<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mabel-osborne/
