Patrick Trevor Roper included in his book some poetry by W.H. Coates, who was blind from birth; here is his poem "Touch Landscape":
Then stepped my fancy out over the scene. Through stiff bracken she waded, The turf caressed her feet. The ground flowed away in broad slopes towards the valley.
She heard the shadow-sound of trees; Her hands brushed the fields — a thousand acres — To touch the distant wood Flung like a scarf of lace Upon the knees of the hills.
She buried her face in grasses rich and cool When to the plain she leapt Beside a level river — A polished strip of metal cutting the pastures.
And thence to farther hills Swelling beneath my disembodied hands In three-dimensional curves: Most lovely hills, phantom and far away And overlaid with velvet.
And farther yet, beyond the misty hills, I reached the wrinkled sea; I touched the waves with crests of thistledown.
Retroactively diagnosing artists with disabilities through medical terminology that has, and still does today, subjugate disabled individuals is one hell of an ethical problem within this book