Sight
Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
1878 to 1962
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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And as I lingered, lost in divine delight,
My heart thanked God for the goodly gift of sight
Tomatoes, redder than Krakatoa's fire,
And all youth's lively senses keen and quick...
I heard the tapping of a blind man's stick.
When suddenly, behind me in the night,
On colours ripe and rich for the heart's desire—
By the lamplit stall I loitered, feasting my eyes
And apples golden-green as the glades of Paradise.
Oranges like old sunsets over Tyre,