Some Eyes Condemn — Summary

Edward ThomasContemplative

SOME eyes condemn the earth they gaze upon: Some wait patiently till they know far more Than earth can tell them: some laugh at the whole As folly of another's making: one I knew that laughed because he saw, from core To rind, not one thing worth the laugh his soul Had ready at waking: some eyes have begun With laughing; some stand startled at the door.

Others, too, I have seen rest, question, roll, Dance, shoot. And many I have loved watching Some I could not take my eyes from till they turned And loving died. I had not found my goal. But thinking of your eyes, dear, I become Dumb: for they flamed, and it was me they burned.

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The speaker reflects on the many attitudes eyes can carry: some judge the world harshly, some hold back patiently, others laugh at everything as foolishness. He recalls one man whose laughter came from seeing nothing worth laughing about, and notes how some eyes begin with laughter while others startle at life’s threshold. He’s watched eyes rest, question, dance, even shoot. Some he loved to watch until they looked away—and then that love died. He never found what he was searching for. But when he thinks of his beloved’s eyes, words fail him completely. They didn’t just gaze back; they flamed, and it was him they burned. The poem shifts from detached observation to raw, personal memory. The mood grows intimate and searing, charged with a love so fierce it leaves the speaker wounded and silent. It’s about being seen—and undone—by someone’s look.

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