Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PURBLIND PRAISES THE LORD, by KATHARINE TYNAN Poet's Biography First Line: They cannot know, the keen of sight Last Line: That he remembers me. Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan Subject(s): Beauty; Blindness; God; Praise; Trees; Visually Handicapped | ||||||||
THEY cannot know, the keen of sight, The lovely things I see. I praise the Lord both day and night That He remembers me. I see the tree in its new leaf, A burning bush of green; Green beyond wonder and belief Its soft and silken sheen. I cannot see the birds in boughs, But an enchanted choir Sings all day long in a hid house Of emerald, flame and fire. I cannot tell where hills leave off And where the clouds begin: Such mountains, Alp on Alp, above, No eye hath ever seen. Pink blossom on the apple-branch For me's a rosy bower The cherry tree an avalanche Of snow-white flower on flower. My distant candle's misted round With gold and glittering air, An angel with a glory crowned Upon the heavenly stair. I miss the common and the dull, The small details of things, And only keep the beautiful, The stars, the flowers, the wings. I see the faces that are dear, The others they may pass. I thank my God I see not clear, But dim, as in a glass. Yea, though the world should slip from sight, And I no more should see, I'll praise my God both day and night That He remembers me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLIND POET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) HE HAD A GOOD YEAR by MARVIN BELL THE BLIND SHEEP by RANDALL JARRELL THE BLIND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BLIND DOG OF VENICE by RON PADGETT BATTLE AFTER WAR by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BOARDING: 5. THE DADAR SCHOOL FOR THE BLIND by REETIKA VAZIRANI |
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