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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425671" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Our Blindness - after John Milton - On His Blindness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Our Blindness</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we consider all our freedoms lost<br>with HA! BE U.S.! Corpus of bush law, <br>black death to hide the whitewash when p’lice score<br>’gainst innocence ‘wrong place, wrong time’ star-crossed, <br>One wonders, when our children count the cost<br>and, chiding, true account present before<br>Executive Privilege bolted door, <br>will they, when light denied, in prison tossed, <br>murmur “God only needs assent Orwellian bossed! ”? <br>Man, chip embeddèd, acts recorded, sore<br>bearing harsh yoke, must serve where none ignore<br>C.C.T.V. controls come shine or frost. <br>They swerve too late who brake fair freedom’s flow, <br>stand, wait, burn at State stake, want not to know …</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">© Jonathan Robin Parody written 15 May 2007 after John MILTON 1608_1674 – On His Blindness. See below for alternative versions </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On his Previous Blindness</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When I consider how my life's been spent<br>these whirling years in this dark world and wide, <br>with that one talent which my wits supplied<br>held in abeyance waiting for love s[c]ent<br>to blossom to true beauty, to present<br>the world with tribute due and undenied, <br>I thank my stars I have not been denied<br>your love which none and nothing can prevent, <br>your love, where that of others is descent, <br>your love which above all on Earth I pride.<br>I thank 'coincidence' which could provide<br>the opportunity to be content.<br>When I consider this I understand<br>how two t[hr]o[ugh] one may flow, grow hand in hand </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Parody John MILTON 1608_1674 – On His Blindness</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Time Misspent</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When he considers so much time misspent<br>these fifty years, he's little right to guide, –<br>such talent slight which tired wits supplied<br>suspended, in abeyance, impotent.<br>He tried to fight conformity, present<br>the world a contribution bona fide, –<br>He failed. The spirit is dissatisfied.<br>Some grief he wrought, feared fraudulent intent, <br>felt tenderness a threat – heart discontent.<br>Understanding free from bias, pride, <br>stays thankful for, thanks life which could provide<br>the opportunity to learn time lent<br>grants space to face oneself, to understand<br>how two should flow together, hand in hand...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Parody John MILTON 1608_1674 – On His Blindness</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>__________________<br> <br>On his Blindness</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When I consider how my light is spent<br>Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, <br>And that one talent which is death to hide<br>Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent<br>To serve therewith my Maker, and present<br>My true account, lest he returning chide, <br>'Doth God exact day-labour, light denied? '<br>I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent<br>That murmur, soon replies: 'God doth not need<br>Either man's work or his own gifts: who best<br>Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state<br>Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed<br>And post o'er land and ocean without rest: <br>They also serve who only stand and wait.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>John MILTON 1608_1674</div><div style="margin:10px 0">____________________</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Reminiscent Reflections </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When I consider how my life is spent, <br>I hardly ever repent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ogden NASH 1902_1971</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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When we consider all our freedoms lost
with HA! BE U.S.! Corpus of bush law, 
black death to hide the whitewash when p’lice score
’gainst innocence ‘wrong place, wrong time’ star-crossed, 
One wonders, when our children..."></div>
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