The Country of the Blind

by C. S. Lewis


Feast of SS Cosmas & Damian the Holy Unmercenaries of Asia, and Their Mother Theodota

Anno Domini 2020, November 1



Hard light bathed them—a whole nation of eyeless men,

Dark bipeds now aware how they were maimed. A long

    Process, clearly, a slow curse,

           Drained through centuries, left them thus.


At some transitional stage, then, a luckless few,

No doubt, must have had eyes after the up-to-date,

    Normal type had achieved snug

           Darkness, safe from the guns of heav’n;


Whose blind mouths would abuse words that belonged to their

Great-grandsires, unabashed, talking of light in some

    Eunuch’d, etiolated,

           Fungoid sense, as a symbol of


Abstract thoughts. If a man, one that had eyes, a poor

Misfit, spoke of the grey dawn or the stars or green-

    Sloped sea waves, or admired how

           Warm tints change in a lady’s cheek,


None complained he had used words from an alien tongue,

None question’d. It was worse. All would agree. “Of course,”

    Came their answer. “We’ve all felt

           Just like that.” They were wrong. And he


Knew too much to be clear, could not explain. The words—

Sold, raped, flung to the dogs—now could avail no more;

    Hence silence. But the mouldwarps,

           With glib confidence, easily


Showed how tricks of the phrase, sheer metaphors could set

Fools concocting a myth, taking the words for things.

    Do you think this a far-fetched

           Picture? Go then about among


Men now famous; attempt speech on the truths that once,

Opaque, carved in divine forms, irremovable,

    Dread but dear as a mountain-

           Mass, stood plain to the inward eye.


*From C. S. Lewis, Poems, edited by Walter Hooper (New York: Harcourt, 1964), 33-34. Available for purchase from Eighth Day Books.

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