This poem was included in the original 1915 edition.
HENRY got me with child, Knowing that I could not bring forth life Without losing my own. In my youth therefore I entered the portals of dust. Traveler, it is believed in the village where I lived That Henry loved me with a husband's love But I proclaim from the dust That he slew me to gratify his hatred.
, 7 months ago
tierra i don't like you you got to comment before me
this poem is sad
, 4 months ago
You guys like rainbows and cocks.
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Tierra , 8 months ago
I love this poem