Edwin Muir

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

Poems of Edwin Muir

21. The Killing 4/1/2010
22. The Transfiguration 4/1/2010
23. They Could Not Tell Me Who Should Be My Lord 4/1/2010

Scotland's Winter

Now the ice lays its smooth claws on the sill,
The sun looks from the hill
Helmed in his winter casket,
And sweeps his arctic sword across the sky.
The water at the mill
Sounds more hoarse and dull.
The miller's daughter walking by
With frozen fingers soldered to her basket
Seems to be knocking

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