On His Blindness

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent

by John Milton Click to read full poem

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I agree with Harvey Ching's comment below. Now I know it is a computer-generated voice which I hear. Not as good as a person reading. Milton's sonnet is a classical description of blindness. He tries to accept the disability.
The video supplied apparently utilized a computer generated voice. Those can never give a proper rendering of any poem. A human reader... who knows how to deliver an interpretive rendering of a poem is needed. (Few, I fear, know how to really read poetry- to make it come alive!)
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amazing poem I really love it.
One of my favourite poems—touching the human feeling of physical affliction.
its a very amazing poem ever he did
you are very great poet
As we stand and wait (to serve) by the side of our loved ones who are in need; or as we bear graciously our own sufferings and limitations....we are the steadfast servants that our Lord desires. We would all love to rush about with great purpose but as one songwriter says... to stand there takes some grace.
More objective question
Thank you for your great contribution that you revealed through this poem on his blindness by John milton. From which I can read and know your sharing service. We know that our wisdom, knowledge, and skills are for the service of the society. Thus we fulfill our joy.
i love you sabado pati na rin linggo
i love you too and i miss you too forever and ever amen.
I liked the comment of Sri Harish Kumar quoting the words of the great astrophysicist Chandrasekhar. God does not need the service of man, as Milton has rightly pointed out and yet is important that we serve him selflessly so as to contribute to His scheme of things. A great poem indeed which I remember to have read in school.
Thanks for uploaded it