I STAND alone through each long day
Upon these pavers; cannot see
The wares spread out upon this tray
-For God has taken sight from me!
Many a time I’ve cursed the night
When I was born. My peering eyes
Have sought for but one ray of light
To pierce the darkness. When the skies
Rain down their first sweet April showers
On budding branches; when the morn
Is sweet with breath of spring and flowers,
I’ve cursed the night when I was born.
But now I thank God, and am glad
For what I cannot see this day
-The young men cripples, old, and sad,
With faces burnt and torn away;
Or those who, growing rich and old,
Have battened on the slaughter,
Whose faces, gorged with blood and gold,
Are creased in purple llaughter!
(Osbert Sitwell)
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