Blind Joy
Crude seeing’s all our joy: could we discern
The cold dark infinite vast where atoms burn
—Lone suns—in flesh, our treasure and our play,
Who’d dare to breathe this fern-thick bird-rich day?
Copyright Credit: John Frederick Nims, “Blind Joy” from Selected Poems (Chicago, The University of Chicago Press, 1982). Used by permission of Bonnie Nims.
Source: Selected Poems (The University of Chicago Press, 1982)