Merlin Poem by Edwin Muir


Rating: 3.9

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
And hang the apple on the tree?
Will your magic ever show
The sleeping bride shut in her bower,
The day wreathed in its mound of snow
and Time locked in his tower?

Seema Jayaraman 03 October 2015

luv to read stories of Merlin, how he pops up unexpected even in poems to weave his magik..

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C L Suffell-pearson 03 October 2015

Love the alliteration in the second line and the crystal and diamond transport me to Merlin's cave, filled with clinging bottles and glass that hag from the ceiling.

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Ramesh T A 03 October 2015

Great questions even Merlin the magician can't change ever in the world!

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Jan Dean 12 May 2008

The opening lines of this poem are so resonant and memorable that on hot clear days they automatically come to mind. The sense of the mythic - of a memory unimaginably long - echoes through the poem along with a deep sense of longing and loss. It is an elegy for lost worlds and kingdoms and at the same time contains the idea of their impossibility. A wonderfully evocative poem, musical, sad and sweet.

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theo savas 09 May 2020

Wonderful, alliterative description of Muir's epic. Nicely done.

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Mark Shipley 14 December 2017

Jan Dean. Your comment is, itself, a poem. Well done.

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Edwin Muir

Edwin Muir

Orkney / Scotland
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