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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508854" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sightless Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of the night a crash,<br>A roar, a rampart of light;<br>A flame that leaped like a lash,<br>Searing forever my sight;<br>Out of the night a flash,<br>Then, oh, forever the Night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here in the dark I sit,<br>I who so loved the sun;<br>Supple and strong and fit,<br>In the dark till my days be done;<br>Aye, that's the hell of it,<br>Stalwart and twenty-one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Marie is stanch and true,<br>Willing to be my wife;<br>Swears she has eyes for two . . .<br>Aye, but it's long, is Life.<br>What is a lad to do<br>With his heart and his brain at strife?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There now, my pipe is out;<br>No one to give me a light;<br>I grope and I grope about.<br>Well, it is nearly night;<br>Sleep may resolve my doubt,<br>Help me to reason right. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (He sleeps and dreams.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard them whispering there by the bed . . .<br>Oh, but the ears of the blind are quick!<br>Every treacherous word they said<br>Was a stab of pain and my heart turned sick.<br>Then lip met lip and they looked at me,<br>Sitting bent by the fallen fire,<br>And they laughed to think that I couldn't see;<br>But I felt the flame of their hot desire.<br>He's helping Marie to work the farm,<br>A dashing, upstanding chap, they say;<br>And look at me with my flabby arm,<br>And the fat of sloth, and my face of clay --<br>Look at me as I sit and sit,<br>By the side of a fire that's seldom lit,<br>Sagging and weary the livelong day,<br>When every one else is out on the field,<br>Sowing the seed for a golden yield,<br>Or tossing around the new-mown hay. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the shimmering wheat that frets the sky,<br>Gold of plenty and blue of hope,<br>I'm seeing it all with an inner eye<br>As out of the door I grope and grope.<br>And I hear my wife and her lover there,<br>Whispering, whispering, round the rick,<br>Mocking me and my sightless stare,<br>As I fumble and stumble everywhere,<br>Slapping and tapping with my stick;<br>Old and weary at thirty-one,<br>Heartsick, wishing it all was done.<br>Oh, I'll tap my way around to the byre,<br>And I'll hear the cows as they chew their hay;<br>There at least there is none to tire,<br>There at least I am not in the way.<br>And they'll look at me with their velvet eyes<br>And I'll stroke their flanks with my woman's hand,<br>And they'll answer to me with soft replies,<br>And somehow I fancy they'll understand.<br>And the horses too, they know me well;<br>I'm sure that they pity my wretched lot,<br>And the big fat ram with the jingling bell . . .<br>Oh, the beasts are the only friends I've got.<br>And my old dog, too, he loves me more,<br>I think, than ever he did before.<br>Thank God for the beasts that are all so kind,<br>That know and pity the helpless blind!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ha! they're coming, the loving pair.<br>My hand's a-shake as my pipe I fill.<br>What if I steal on them unaware<br>With a reaping-hook, to kill, to kill? . . .<br>I'll do it . . . they're there in the mow of hay,<br>I hear them saying: &quot;He's out of the way!&quot;<br>Hark! how they're kissing and whispering. . . .<br>Closer I creep . . . I crouch . . . I spring. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (He wakes.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ugh! What a horrible dream I've had!<br>And it isn't real . . . I'm glad, I'm glad!<br>Marie is good and Marie is true . . .<br>But now I know what it's best to do.<br>I'll sell the farm and I'll seek my kind,<br>I'll live apart with my fellow-blind,<br>And we'll eat and drink, and we'll laugh and joke,<br>And we'll talk of our battles, and smoke and smoke;<br>And brushes of bristle we'll make for sale,<br>While one of us reads a book of Braille.<br>And there will be music and dancing too,<br>And we'll seek to fashion our life anew;<br>And we'll walk the highways hand in hand,<br>The Brotherhood of the Sightless Band;<br>Till the years at last shall bring respite<br>And our night is lost in the Greater Night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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A roar, a rampart of light;
A flame that leaped like a lash,
Searing forever my sight;
Out of the night a flash,
Then, oh, forever the Night!

Here in the dark I sit,
I who so loved the sun;
Supple and strong and fit,
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