Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SIGHT, by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: By the lamplit stall I loitered, feasting my eyes Last Line: I heard the tapping of a blind man's stick. Subject(s): Sight | ||||||||
By the lamplit stall I loitered, feasting my eyes On colours ripe and rich for the heart's desire -- Tomatoes, redder than Krakatoa's fire, Oranges like old sunsets over Tyre, And apples golden-green as the glades of Paradise. And as I lingered, lost in divine delight, My heart thanked God for the goodly gift of sight And all youth's lively senses keen and quick... When suddenly, behind me in the night, I heard the tapping of a blind man's stick. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PERSPECTIVE by MARGARET AVISON I TAKE MY GLASSES OFF by LUCILLE CLIFTON EYE AND TOOTH by ROBERT LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FREED FROM ANOTHER CONTEXT by ELEANOR WILNER TIME IS SOME SORT OF HINDSIGHT by ROBERT CREELEY NAMING THE CATARACTS by MADELINE DEFREES THE DOOR IN THE DARK by ROBERT FROST SYMPATHETIC MAGIC by ALBERT GOLDBARTH |
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