Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BLIND PEDLAR, by FRANCIS OSBERT SACHEVERELL SITWELL


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First Line: I stand alone through each long day
Last Line: Are creased in purple laughter!
Alternate Author Name(s): Sitwell, Sir Osbert; Sitwell, Osbert
Subject(s): Blindness; Peddling & Peddlers; World War I; Visually Handicapped; First World War


I stand alone through each long day
Upon these pavers; cannot see
The wares spread out upon this tray
-- For God has taken sight from me!

Many a time I've cursed the night
When I was born. My peering eyes
Have sought for but one ray of light
To pierce the darkness. When the skies

Rain down their first sweet April showers
On budding branches; when the morn
Is sweet with breath of spring and flowers,
I've cursed the night when I was born.

But now I thank God, and am glad
For what I cannot see this day
-- The young men cripples, old, and sad,
With faces burnt and torn away;

Or those who, growing rich and old,
Have battened on the slaughter,
Whose faces, gorged with blood and gold,
Are creased in purple laughter!





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