Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY BLINDNESS, by HERMAN J. D. CARTER First Line: Oh blackened knight, murderer of my day Last Line: Without a cause, until I'm claimed by death? Subject(s): Black (color); Blindness; Death; Eyes; Visually Handicapped; Dead, The | ||||||||
Oh Blackened Knight, murderer of my day, Your wicked sword severed my vision's strings And made me small like earthly creepy things Which find sweet life by digging in the clay Until their bodies to dust finally decay. You, fleeting phantom, fraught with sooty wings Whose noiseless flutter forever my death bell rings, Have won from me in spite of my soul's affray. I span the hollow of my stricken eyes While daily, here I must patiently sit, A victim of fate's uncanny and cowardly stealth. Oh why did you blot out the beauty of the skies, And smother me in eternity's gruesome pit Without a cause, until I'm claimed by death? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A FATE-RIDDEN WOMAN by HERMAN J. D. CARTER |
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