"Roman aqueduct"We went to see the aqueduct, the one sight
of a surly village near the Pyrenees -
surky because there're Cathars? or because
they know they've tricked the visitors who write
the road-signs and the guide-books. It's not Roman
to my eyes - I would swear the man who bled
the river Agly at the valley head
and planted crops and married local women
were Arabs. Straggling back from Poitiers
they hid among these hills, remade their home
here under fruitful clouds and under dolmens
of long-forgotten Franks. Then their pretence
saved them, but still they hate the name of Rome.
They built the aqueduct, but they dare not say.
With kind permission of the poet
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