Two Poems
Robert Crawford, 20 September 2007
after the Latin of Florentius Wilson of Elgin (c.1500-47)
Never mind our European allies. The Arab snuggles into wool. It’s worn By peoples round the delta where the Nile Courses down from sky-high mountain peaks, Splashing broad fields each year, slashing across The desiccated soil of Libya In one grand arc. Upscale designer dressers Sport wool in old Damascus, and so too...