Edwin Muir

(15 May 1887 – 3 January 1959 / Orkney / Scotland)

Edwin Muir Poems

1. They Could Not Tell Me Who Should Be My Lord 4/1/2010
2. Reading In Wartime 4/1/2010
3. The Days 4/1/2010
4. The Transfiguration 4/1/2010
5. The Angel And The Girl 4/1/2010
6. Robert The Bruce (To Douglas In Dying) 4/1/2010
7. The Killing 4/1/2010
8. The Confirmation 4/1/2010
9. Abraham 1/3/2003
10. The Fathers 1/3/2003
11. Scotland 1941 1/3/2003
12. The Incarnate One 1/3/2003
13. The Combat 1/3/2003
14. Scotland's Winter 1/3/2003
15. In Love For Long 1/3/2003
16. The Animals 1/3/2003
17. The Child Dying 1/3/2003
18. Circle And Square 1/3/2003
19. Horses 4/1/2010
20. Merlin 1/3/2003
21. The Castle 1/3/2003
22. The Good Man In Hell 1/3/2003
23. The Horses 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Edwin Muir

The Horses

Barely a twelvemonth after
The seven days war that put the world to sleep,
Late in the evening the strange horses came.
By then we had made our covenant with silence,
But in the first few days it was so still
We listened to our breathing and were afraid.
On the second day
The radios failed; we turned the knobs; no answer.
On the third day a warship passed us, heading north,
Dead bodies piled on the deck. On the sixth day
A plane plunged over us into the sea. Thereafter
Nothing. The radios dumb;
And still they stand in corners of our kitchens,
And stand, ...

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The Combat

It was not meant for human eyes,
That combat on the shabby patch
Of clods and trampled turf that lies
Somewhere beneath the sodden skies
For eye of toad or adder to catch.

And having seen it I accuse
The crested animal in his pride,
Arrayed in all the royal hues

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