O TO be blind! <br />To know the darkness that I know. <br />The stir I hear is empty wind, <br />The people idly come and go. <br /> <br />The sun is black, tho’ warm and kind, <br />The horsemen ride, the streamers blow <br />Vainly in the fluky wind, <br />For all is darkness where I go. <br /> <br />The cattle bellow to their kind, <br />The mummers dance, the jugglers throw, <br />The thimble-rigger speaks his mind— <br />But all is darkness where I go. <br /> <br />I feel the touch of womankind, <br />Their dresses flow as white as snow; <br />But beauty is a withered rind <br />For all is darkness where I go. <br /> <br />Last night the moon of Lammas shined, <br />Rising high and setting low; <br />But light is nothing to the blind— <br />All, all is darkness where they go. <br /> <br />White roads I walk with vacant mind, <br />White cloud-shapes round me drifting slow, <br />White lilies waving in the wind— <br />And darkness everywhere I go.<br /><br />Joseph Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blind-man-at-the-fair/
