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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Blind People

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.

They jostle me into gutters,

They fling me curses from livid lips,

They strike me with their heavy sticks—

They, the blind, hating all who see.

Yet they huddle and press upon me,

Fawning and saying sweet false things—

Whenever they would borrow my eyesight

To look for some penny lost in the gutter.