Edwin Morgan Poems
- One Cigarette No smoke without you, my fire. After you ...
- Strawberries There were never strawberries like the ones we...
- Absence My shadow -- I woke to a wind swirling the curtains ...
- Seven Decades At ten I read Mayakovsky had died, learned my ...
- The First Men On Mercury – We come in peace from the third ...
- At Eighty Push the boat out, compañeros, push the boat out, ...
- A Little Catechism From The De... What is a demon? Study my ...
Edwin George Morgan was a Scottish poet and translator who was associated with the Scottish Renaissance. He is widely recognised as one of the foremost Scottish poets of the 20th century. In 1999, Morgan was made the first Glasgow Poet Laureate. In 2004, he was named as the first Scottish national poet: The Scots Makar.
Life and Career
Morgan was born in Glasgow and grew up in Rutherglen. His parents were Presbyterian. As a child he was not surrounded by books, nor did he have any literary acquaintances. Schoolmates labelled him a swot. He convinced his parents to finance his membership of several book clubs in Glasgow. The Faber Book of Modern Verse (1936) was a ... more »
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No smoke without you, my fire.
After you left,
your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal
of so much love. One cigarette
in the non-smoker's tray.
As the last spire
trembles up, a sudden draught
blows it winding into my face.
Is it smell, is it taste?
You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
Out with the light.
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
Till I hear the very ash
sigh down among the flowers of brass
I'll breathe, and long past ...