Blind, not Blind
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The poet didn’t matter as a man
With quirks and motives of his own. He spoke
From guts of culture, from the bones of clan.
He spoke in patterns of the ancient folk.
Around the flames the others did not ask.
They listened only in the firelight for
The sounds they knew were true. He wore the mask
Of assonance and stresses. Tale and lore
Are what the listeners desired, but told
With lexical perfection. If he changed
A sound, his audience knew lead from gold
And judged the variation he arranged
By whether it still pinged a hallmarked pith
Of tribal meaning, ringing deft with myth.