Edwin Muir

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

Edwin Muir Poems

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