Edwin Muir Poems
|2.||Circle And Square||1/3/2003|
|4.||In Love For Long||1/3/2003|
|6.||Reading In Wartime||4/1/2010|
|7.||Robert The Bruce (To Douglas In Dying)||4/1/2010|
|10.||The Angel And The Girl||4/1/2010|
|13.||The Child Dying||1/3/2003|
|18.||The Good Man In Hell||1/3/2003|
|20.||The Incarnate One||1/3/2003|
|23.||They Could Not Tell Me Who Should Be My Lord||4/1/2010|
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, ...
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