Harry Kemp

(15 December 1883 – 8 August 1960 / Youngstown, Ohio)

Blind - Poem by Harry Kemp

The Spring blew trumpets of color;
Her Green sang in my brain --
I heard a blind man groping
"Tap -- tap" with his cane;

I pitied him in his blindness;
But can I boast, "I see"?
Perhaps there walks a spirit
Close by, who pities me, --

A spirit who hears me tapping
The five-sensed cane of mind
Amid such unguessed glories --
That I am worse than blind.


Comments about Blind by Harry Kemp

  • Silver Star - 3,679 Points Pranab K Chakraborty (1/16/2015 12:03:00 AM)

    Perhaps there walks a spirit
    Close by, who pities me, - ....................................Excellent catch. (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,939 Points John Richter (1/15/2015 10:55:00 AM)

    Awesome! I am now a fan of the formerly unfamiliar Mr. Kemp! How often do we look down upon others when in the end there are so many who can look down upon we? This man is a genius poet - and now on my list. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 26,918 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/15/2015 9:40:00 AM)

    Great expression of human mind and it is great. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 7,154 Points Jayatissa K. Liyanage (1/15/2015 8:28:00 AM)

    Never to feel proud about what one possesses over another; for, spiritual strength of the handicapped can be superior. This is the lesson poet attempts to teach us. Wonderful write, enriched with a matching rhythm. Well done, Sir! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,921 Points Babatunde Aremu (1/15/2015 3:37:00 AM)

    Wonderful! This is simply classics. Truly, we unaware of spirits around us, (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,311 Points Paul Reed (1/15/2015 2:47:00 AM)

    Humility expressed with great rhythm (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 13,954 Points * Sunprincess * (1/15/2014 6:55:00 AM)

    ............wow this is an eye opening write...enjoyed much... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 133 Points Alistair Graham (1/15/2014 2:56:00 AM)

    Blind Man’s Bluff


    Bust for inequality
    Framed and hung in poverty
    Subject to authority
    Citizen no more

    New world probability
    Pact agreed society
    Can-do possibility
    Fore the days of yore (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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