Ollie McGee
de Edgar Lee Masters(2005)
1 min lectură
Mediu
Have you seen walking through the village
A man with downcast eyes and haggard face?
That is my husband who, by secret cruelty.
Never to be told, robbed me of my youth and my beauty;
Till at last, wrinkled and with yellow teeth,
And with broken pride and shameful humility,
I sank into the grave.
But what think you gnaws at my husband\'s heart?
The face of what I was, the face of what he made me!
These are driving him to the place where I lie.
In death, therefore, I am avenged.