Edwin Muir Poems
- The Horses Barely a twelvemonth after The seven days war ...
- The Good Man In Hell If a good man were ever housed in ...
- The Castle All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily...
- Circle And Square ‘I give you half of me; No more, lest I ...
- Merlin O Merlin in your crystal cave Deep in the diamond of ...
- The Child Dying Unfriendly friendly universe, I pack your ...
- Horses Those lumbering horses in the steady plough, On the ...
Edwin Muir was an Orcadian poet, novelist and noted translator. Remembered for his deeply felt and vivid poetry in plain, unostentatious language with few stylistic preoccupations, Muir is a significant modern poet.
Muir was born in Deerness, where his mother was also born, at Hacco, remembered in his autobiography as "Haco". In 1901, when he was 14, his father lost his farm, and the family moved to Glasgow. In quick succession his father, two brothers, and his mother died within the space of a few years. His life as a young man was a depressing experience, and involved a raft of unpleasant jobs in factories and offices, including working in a ... more »
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
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, ...