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<name>John <index>Milton</index></name>
<date>1608-1674</date>
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<title>On his blindness</title>
<source>Borrowed from <uri>http://alt.venus.co.uk/weed/writings/poems/jmblind.htm</uri> (thanks to Weed for posting it), with a tiny correction; marked up by the Sonneteer.</source>
<remark>One of the greatest. Tight, taut, measured in the octave; in the sestet, answering it, strong enjambments keep everything moving. The sonnet is a <quote>mild yoke</quote>.</remark>
<remark>It may be particularly interesting to remember, that among the angelic hierarchies who serve God in Heaven (and this is surely a subject Milton knew as well as any other), the angels who wait in the Lord's presence, perhaps singing songs of praise), are said to be <stress>higher</stress> ranked (and more highly honored) than those who are sent on His errands. By implication, Milton turns the ego-complicating aspect of the poem entirely on its head: whether it is the greatest kind of humility, or of pride, is hard to say.</remark>
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