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Analysis (ai): This poem explores the perspective of a blind boy who questions the concept of light and the experiences he misses out on due to his blindness. The boy's tone is initially curious, as he asks about the nature of light and the blessings of sight, but gradually shifts to one of acceptance and contentment.
May 13, 2011 · Colley Cibber 1671 (Southampton Street, London) – 1757 (Berkeley Square) O SAY what is that thing call’d Light, A. Which I must ne’er enjoy; B. What are the blessings of the sight, A. O tell your poor blind boy! You talk of wondrous things you see, C. You say the sun shines bright; A.
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- Quatrain
- Iambic tetrameter
- ABAB CACA DEDE XFXF XBXB
- Introduction
- Stanza 1
- Stanza 2
- Stanza 3
- Stanza 4
- Stanza 5
The poem “The Blind Boy” written by Colley Cibber describes the experiences of a young boy who cannot see with his eyes. The poet tries to express what a blind boy feels and what the world and worldly things are for him. The poem has been divided into five stanzas having four lines each. The rhyme scheme of the poem is abab cdcd. There are no deep ...
The speaker in the poem is a blind boy himself. He asks the others to help him understand what is “Light” which he has often heard others saying. It is something which he can never enjoy. Nor all those blessings which light has.
In stanza 2, the blind says that people often “talk of wondrous things” which they see with their eyes. People often say that “the sun shines bright”. However, he can only feel it (which is warm). But he wonders how the sun can “make it day or night. The lines are quite profound and express a blind person’s unfamiliarity with the day and dark as ev...
The blind boy says that, unlike others, he himself makes his day as well as night. When he sleeps, it is a night for him and whenever he awakes and plays, it becomes his day. The day never goes away until he keeps awake or playing. In these lines for the first time, the blind boy seems to be proud of his blindness rather than sorry for his conditio...
The blind boy says that he feels quite sorrowful and grieved when he listens to the cries of others for his miserable condition (It is through their mourns, he comes to know that he is miserable). According to him, he has patience and hence will be able to bear a loss (of his eyesight) which he can never imagine or experience as he has never seen l...
In the final stanza, the blind boy requests others not to destroy his happiness by taking and mourning about something which he can never have (i.e. eyesight). He asks them to let him sing that he is a king of his little dark world though, in reality, he is just “a poor blind boy”.
The poet used anaphora at the beginnings of some neighboring lines. The same words you, with are repeated. If you write a school or university poetry essay, you should Include in your explanation of the poem: summary of The Blind Boy; central theme; idea of the verse; history of its creation; critical appreciation.
Analysis (ai): This poem explores the perspective of a blind boy who questions the concept of light and the experiences he misses out on due to his blindness. The boy's tone is initially curious, as he asks about the nature of light and the blessings of sight, but gradually shifts to one of acceptance and contentment.
The Blind Boy. O SAY what is that thing call'd Light, Which I must ne'er enjoy; What are the blessings of the sight, O tell your poor blind boy! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play; And could I ever ...
282. The Blind Boy. O SAY what is that thing call’d Light, Which I must ne’er enjoy; What are the blessings of the sight, O tell your poor blind boy! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright; I feel him warm, but how can he. Or make it day or night? My day or night myself I make. Whene’er I sleep or play; And ...
