LAMENT OF THE MAN WHO MISSES BEING BLIND Poem by Alexandre O’Neill

LAMENT OF THE MAN WHO MISSES BEING BLIND



When I was blind I was famed
(what a lucrative game!)
for being able to tell the future.
It's what everyone claimed . . .

But now that I see perfectly
I use my eyesight to prophesy
and nobody wants to believe me,

since it's plain,
they say, for all to see!

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