Poem: ‘The Invasion’
Simon Armitage, 23 July 2009
translated from ‘The Alliterative Morte Arthure’
King Arthur was on his mighty boat with many men, enclosed in a cabin among copious equipment. And while resting on a richly arrayed bed he was soothed to sleep by the swaying of the sea. And he dreamed of a dragon dreadful to behold that came droning and driving from across the deep, arrowing directly from the regions of the West,...