Ekphrasis: The Blind Man’s Meal (by Picasso)

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Blind Man by Paul Engle

His green left hand clutches the yellow bread

With the cruved, breathing motion of a sigh.

He waits, while under the unblinking head

His shoulders turn and peer like a great eye.

He does not know his jacket is dark blue.

And yet the jug his right hand has set down

(Still touching it, reluctant to let go)

Gleams with such warmth, with such a vivid hue,

He feels the color up his thin arm flow;

He hears his looking fingers whisper, Brown.


~ by irwin on November 16, 2009.

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