Better be blind than see what beggars see In their brown sacks when the day is over, And the wind in his rags walks down the lea And the spent lark pushes into clover. Better be mute than speak what beggars speak Round their green fires when the moon is coming, And the giant lizard paddles to the creek And the brittle locust begins drumming. Better be deaf than hear what beggars hear In the pitch night when they draw their covers, And the star-crazy wood rats blunder near And the blank owls become noisy lovers. Rather than dream their dreams till day returns Better stretch dead across the loco ferns. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: A LAME BEGGAR by JOHN DONNE CAELICA: 100 by FULKE GREVILLE THE TWO VOICES by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON FANTAISIES DECORATIVES: 2. LES BALLOONS by OSCAR WILDE A DESCRIPTION OF LONDON by JOHN BANCKS |