Electra:
No one knows,
the heart of a child,
how it grows
until it is too late,
no one knows hate
but worse,
too late,
no one knows
love:
when she came
there was the whole earth in flame,
every hill,
every bush
must blush
rose
rose
rose
O, rhodedendron-name,
mother;
no one knows the color of a flower
till it is broken
Notes: The complete version of the poem can be found at Poetry Foundation.
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