Here you will find the Poem The Blind Man of poet Leon Gellert
Within a corner of this windowed room He sits, and seldom speaks, and seldom moves. Forever left within eternal gloom, He thinks of those he left, and those he loves. The clouds were his, the colours of the day, The purple mists, the deepest shades of blue, The yellow flames, the stars, the milky way, And smiles and frowns, and stretching moon- light too. He knew the sun upon the eastern sea, And watched it set behind a western hill. He saw the depth of waters, - space, - the free Ascent of birds. All these he knew until The bursting shell. And now, as life is long, He sits alone, and whistles some old song.
