Harry Kemp: Blind

Updated February 28, 2017 | Infoplease Staff


Harry Kemp

The Spring blew trumpets of color;
Her Green sang in my brain ?
I heard a blind man groping
"Tap ? tap" with his cane;
I pitied him in his blindness;
But can I boast, "I see"?
Perhaps there walks a spirit
Close by, who pities me, ?
A spirit who hears me tapping
The five-sensed cane of mind
Amid such unguessed glories ?
That I am worse than blind.
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