North American Dreaming: Blind
William Burkholder's poem suggests that the poet's task is to open eyes which perhaps would prefer to remain closed.
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Contrived comfort.
When eyes are closed
To a world of violence.
When apathy rules
Why then should I care?
I live,
I breathe,
I cry,
I bleed.
O that my eyes could be closed,
Alas however, They remain open.
Thus the verse,
The thought,
The attempt,
To open yours.
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