Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BLIND FOLK, by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE


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First Line: See them! My soul! How dreadful they appear
Last Line: Poor old blind folk! From heaven what can they seek?'
Subject(s): Blindness; Visually Handicapped


SEE them, my soul! how dreadful they appear,
Like puppets vaguely droll; yet terror deep
Is with them, as with those who walk in sleep,
Turning their darkling orbs you know not where.

Their eyes, from which the spark divine has fled,
As though far gazing, aye! are lifted found
To Heaven. You never see them to the ground
Lean dreamily their overburdened head.

Thus through the illimitable black they pass,
Twin of eternal silence! whilst, alas!
O city! you around us sing, laugh, shriek.

Enthrall'd by pleasure to depravity!
I too plod on--more dull and sad--and cry,
'Poor old blind folk! from heaven what can they seek?'





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