Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Blind PeopleJohn Gould Fletcher
From “Modern Lamentations”
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I find I cannot go my way:
The street is too crowded with blind people.
They fling me curses from livid lips,
They strike me with their heavy sticks—
They, the blind, hating all who see.
Fawning and saying sweet false things—
Whenever they would borrow my eyesight
To look for some penny lost in the gutter.