My life’s blossom might have bloomed on all sidesSave for a bitter wind which stunted my petalsOn 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 indeedWho do not know the ways of the windAnd the unseen forcesThat govern the processes of life.
Spoon River Anthology · Edgar Lee Masters