| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Blind People | | By John Gould Fletcher |
| | From “Modern Lamentations”
EACH day when I try to cross the street, | |
| I find I cannot go my way: | |
| The street is too crowded with blind people. | |
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| They jostle me into gutters, | |
| They fling me curses from livid lips, | 5 |
| They strike me with their heavy sticks— | |
| They, the blind, hating all who see. | |
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| Yet they huddle and press upon me, | |
| Fawning and saying sweet false things— | |
| Whenever they would borrow my eyesight | 10 |
| To look for some penny lost in the gutter. | | | | |
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