Poem

I TURNED AWAY

I saw the grass, I saw the trees
And the boats along the shore
I saw the shapes of many things 
I had only sensed before. 
And I saw the faces of men more clearly 
Than if I had never been blind,
And the lines of envy around their lips
And the greed and the hate in their eyes. 
And I turned away, 
Yes, I turned away, 
For I had seen the perfect face 
Of a real and proper man, 
The man who brought me from the dark 
Into light, where life began.

I hurried then away from town
to a quiet and lonely place. 
I found a clear, unruffled pool 
And I gazed upon my face. 
And I saw the image of me more clearly 
Than if I had never been blind. 
The lines of envy around my lips 
And the greed and the hate in my eyes. 
And I turned away, yes, I turned away,
For I had seen the perfect face
Of a real and proper man,
The man who brought me from the ddark 
Into light, where life began.

I made my way into the town 
To the busy, crowded streets,
The shops and stalls and alley-ways 
To the squalor and the heat. 
And I saw the faces of men more clearly 
Than if I had never been blind,
The lines of sorrow around their lips, 
And the child looking out from their eyes. 
And I turned to them, yes I turned to them,
Remembering the perfect face 
Of a real and proper man,
The man who brought me from the dark 
Into light, where life began. 

Anthea Lahr


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