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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAR ELIZABETH: (FOR ELIZABETH DIFIORE) by KAREN SWENSON SONNET: DANTE (1) by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 83 by ALFRED TENNYSON HIS RETIREMENT by PHILIP AYRES SOME SWEET DAY by LEWIS J. BATES IDYLL 17. LOVE RESISTLESS by BION ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: SONG 4 by THOMAS CAMPION |