Edwin Muir

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

Edwin Muir Poems

1. They Could Not Tell Me Who Should Be My Lord 4/1/2010
2. Reading In Wartime 4/1/2010
3. The Days 4/1/2010
4. The Transfiguration 4/1/2010
5. The Angel And The Girl 4/1/2010
6. The Killing 4/1/2010
7. Robert The Bruce (To Douglas In Dying) 4/1/2010
8. Abraham 1/3/2003
9. The Confirmation 4/1/2010
10. The Fathers 1/3/2003
11. The Combat 1/3/2003
12. The Animals 1/3/2003
13. Scotland's Winter 1/3/2003
14. Scotland 1941 1/3/2003
15. The Incarnate One 1/3/2003
16. In Love For Long 1/3/2003
17. The Child Dying 1/3/2003
18. The Castle 1/3/2003
19. Circle And Square 1/3/2003
20. The Good Man In Hell 1/3/2003
21. Horses 4/1/2010
22. Merlin 1/3/2003
23. The Horses 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Edwin Muir

The Horses

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, ...

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The Castle

All through that summer at ease we lay,
And daily from the turret wall
We watched the mowers in the hay
And the enemy half a mile away
They seemed no threat to us at all.

For what, we thought, had we to fear
With our arms and provender, load on load,
Our towering battlements, tier on tier,

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