Denise Levertov / Fear of the Blind

Fear of the Blind

by Denise Levertov

BIOGRAPHY

The blind tap their way from stone to stone
feel from shadow to shadow, suncaressed
between the plane-trees.
I listen with closed eyes to the dry
autumnal sound of their searching.
Whom the tree grows in, whom clouds compel,
green enter, red, blue of a bell
of a ringing sky; whom wings delight
or waving weed on frayed sleeves of the sea,
I fear the blind: they cannot share my world
but stop its spinning with their heavy shadows.


Paris, 1947

Early Poems