Treasure Island

Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

All But Blind


All but blind
In his chambered hole,
Gropes for worms
The four-clawed mole.

All but blind
In the burning day,
The barn owl
Blunders on her way.

And blind as are
These three to me,
So blind to someone
I must be.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010

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  • Mel Carter (1/7/2013 7:38:00 AM)

    All but blind
    In the evening sky,
    The hooded Bat
    Twirls softly by.

    This stanza is omitted from the poem above, which means the last verse makes no sense in referring to 'these three' (Report) Reply

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