Blind

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.

by Harry Kemp

Comments (8)

Mr. Kemp once offered in a newspaper ad to exchange poems for lodging. That was a real tap of the cane!
Perhaps there walks a spirit Close by, who pities me, - ....................................Excellent catch.
Awesome! I am now a fan of the formerly unfamiliar Mr. Kemp! How often do we look down upon others when in the end there are so many who can look down upon we? This man is a genius poet - and now on my list.
Great expression of human mind and it is great.
Never to feel proud about what one possesses over another; for, spiritual strength of the handicapped can be superior. This is the lesson poet attempts to teach us. Wonderful write, enriched with a matching rhythm. Well done, Sir!
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