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...THE WANTS OF MAN by JOHN QUINCY ADAMS THE DISAPPOINTMENT by APHRA BEHN THE CRUEL MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW PIANO by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS' (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI OH, LOVE THOU TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 34. FAIRY LAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |