I know you as you walk among my rooms,
Your head turned thus, your shoulders moving so,
Your hands made busy with the sound of brooms,
The many little tasks that women know.
Dear brilliant lady, as you come and go,
Is light lent to my days. In you I find
A roof against the rain-let winter blow!
Look on me, love, with kindness; for my mind,
My heart, my searching hands that clasp you-are
Hughes, Helen E.
"The Blind Man,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 9
, Article 8.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol9/iss3/8