"A Blind Child" by W.H. Davies
Her baby brother laughed last night, The blind child asked her mother why; It was the light that caught his eye. Would she might laugh to see that light! The presence of a stiffened corse Is sad enough; but, to my mind, The presence of a child that’s blind, In a green garden, is far worse. She felt my cloth—for worldly place; She felt my face—if I was good; My face lost more than half its blood, For fear her hand would wrongly trace. We’re in the garden, where are bees And flowers, and birds, and butterflies; One greedy fledgling runs and cries For all the food his parent sees! I see them all: flowers of all kind, The sheep and cattle on the leas; The houses up the hills, the trees— But I am dumb, for she is blind. Detailed Summary of "A Blind Child" W. H. Davies’s poem “A Blind Child” is a deeply emotional poem that describes the sadness of a child who cannot see the beauty of the world around her. The poet present...