Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

All But Blind - Poem by Walter de la Mare

All but blind
In his chambered hole,
Gropes for worms
The four-clawed mole.

All but blind
In the evening sky,
The hooded Bat
Twirls softly by.

All but blind
In the burning day,
The barn owl
Blunders on her way.

And blind as are
These three to me,
So blind to someone
I must be.


Comments about All But Blind by Walter de la Mare

  • Freshman - 826 Points Birgitta Abimbola Heikka (4/26/2014 8:40:00 PM)

    Liked the flow of the poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Mel Carter (1/7/2013 7:38:00 AM)

    All but blind
    In the evening sky,
    The hooded Bat
    Twirls softly by.

    This stanza is omitted from the poem above, which means the last verse makes no sense in referring to 'these three' (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, August 14, 2015


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