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. The Transfiguration 4/1/2010
3. The Killing 4/1/2010
4. The Incarnate One 1/3/2003
5. The Horses 1/3/2003
6. The Good Man In Hell 1/3/2003
7. The Fathers 1/3/2003
8. The Days 4/1/2010
9. The Confirmation 4/1/2010
10. The Combat 1/3/2003
11. The Child Dying 1/3/2003
12. The Castle 1/3/2003
13. The Animals 1/3/2003
14. The Angel And The Girl 4/1/2010
15. Scotland's Winter 1/3/2003
16. Scotland 1941 1/3/2003
17. Robert The Bruce (To Douglas In Dying) 4/1/2010
18. Reading In Wartime 4/1/2010
19. Merlin 1/3/2003
20. In Love For Long 1/3/2003
21. Horses 4/1/2010
22. Circle And Square 1/3/2003
23. Abraham 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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Merlin

O Merlin in your crystal cave
Deep in the diamond of the day,
Will there ever be a singer
Whose music will smooth away
The furrow drawn by Adam's finger
Across the memory and the wave?
Or a runner who'll outrun
Man's long shadow driving on,
Break through the gate of memory

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