Better be blind than see what beggars see In their brown sacks when the day is over, And the wind in his rags walks down the lea And the spent lark pushes into clover. Better be mute than speak what beggars speak Round their green fires when the moon is coming, And the giant lizard paddles to the creek And the brittle locust begins drumming. Better be deaf than hear what beggars hear In the pitch night when they draw their covers, And the star-crazy wood rats blunder near And the blank owls become noisy lovers. Rather than dream their dreams till day returns Better stretch dead across the loco ferns. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DARWINISM by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON WHEN LET BY RAIN by EDWARD TAYLOR HYMN TO SCIENCE by MARK AKENSIDE EACH FLEETING DAY by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN SUNRISE OVER THE SIERRAS by HENRY MEADE BLAND PICTOR IGNOTUS by ROBERT BROWNING FOUR EPISTLES: MIRACLE AT THE FEAST OF PENTECOST: 2 by JOHN BYROM |