Edwin Muir

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

In Love For Long - Poem by Edwin Muir

I've been in love for long
With what I cannot tell
And will contrive a song
For the intangible
That has no mould or shape,
From which there's no escape.

It is not even a name,
Yet is all constancy;
Tried or untried, the same,
It cannot part from me;
A breath, yet as still
As the established hill.

It is not any thing,
And yet all being is;
Being, being, being,
Its burden and its bliss.
How can I ever prove
What it is I love?

This happy happy love
Is sieged with crying sorrows,
Crushed beneath and above
Between todays and morrows;
A little paradise
Held in the world's vice.

And there it is content
And careless as a child,
And in imprisonment
Flourishes sweet and wild;
In wrong, beyond wrong,
All the world's day long.

This love a moment known
For what I do not know
And in a moment gone
Is like the happy doe
That keeps its perfect laws
Between the tiger's paws
And vindicates its cause.

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  • Gold Star - 13,854 Points Susan Williams (10/3/2015 1:36:00 PM)

    Oh, gee, I just fell in love with a poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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