The Animals Poem by Edwin Muir

Edwin Muir

Orkney / Scotland

The Animals

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They do not live in the world,
Are not in time and space.
From birth to death hurled
No word do they have, not one
To plant a foot upon,
Were never in any place.

For with names the world was called
Out of the empty air,
With names was built and walled,
Line and circle and square,
Dust and emerald;
Snatched from deceiving death
By the articulate breath.

But these have never trod
Twice the familiar track,
Never never turned back
Into the memoried day.
All is new and near
In the unchanging Here
Of the fifth great day of God,
That shall remain the same,
Never shall pass away.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 25 June 2020

All is new and near In the unchanging Here Of the fifth great day of God, That shall remain the same, Never shall pass away. Very fine poem. tony

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Paul Breslin 02 December 2005

You have omitted the last line: 'On the sixth day, we came'

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