Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LES AVEUGLES; TO P.T.A., by AUSTIN PHILIPS First Line: As blind folk groping in a barren land Last Line: To our sure haven, down the great white road. Subject(s): Angels; Friendship; Mercy | ||||||||
AS blind folk groping in a barren land, (Where no green thing may flourish, and around Is naught but desert waste and trackless sand, Where wild birds wail and sad siroccos sound, And velvet-footed leopards pad the ground, Seeking to slay), we went in darkness and In discontent, nor knew the dawn at hand When we might win where all good things abound. But lo! The trumpet of Truth's angel blew; The film was fallen: our rejoicing eyes Saw pleasant places, where the mothering dew Gladdened the grasses and the sweet sunrise Kissed all the hills; then, stout of heart, we strode To our sure haven, down the great white road. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MERCY SEAT by NORMAN DUBIE MUCHAS GRACIAS POR TODO by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE VILLON'S EPITAPH by FRANCOIS VILLON UNDER THE VULTURE-TREE by DAVID BOTTOMS THE FORLORN ONE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM MERCY PLEADS by LUCRETIA STOUT BELLOWS A BALLADE OF GREEN FIELDS; FOR F.W.M. by AUSTIN PHILIPS |
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