Author Robert Crawford His blindness lends a magic to his fingers, As if his seeing subtlety were sensed In them, and his wits left his eyes to work In the nimble digits as they read for him. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments