I saw a blind man with his cane, A crippled blind man chanced to meet, Finding a pathway for his feet Through a great city's narrow lane Of heaped-up stone. Amid the roar I saw a blind man groping for A passage through the dust and heat And danger of a city street. The thrill of traffic, hum of trade, The throb of all our industry, Meant naught to him. To you and me The city mighty music made; To him it meant a weary way Of darkness even in the day, A city of uncertainty, A great unseen, uncharted sea. I saw a blind man with his cane, I saw him hesitating by, Tapping his way -- and here am I Who see and hear, and yet complain. Yes, here am I, who see and know Each hour I live, each step I go. I shall not murmur, God, again -- I saw a blind man with his cane. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE WILLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BLACK MAMMY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JONAS KEENE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM AND EMILY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |