Author: Edwin Muir

We were a tribe, a family, a people. Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field, And all may read […]

They do not live in the world, Are not in time and space. From birth to death hurled No word […]

‘I give you half of me; No more, lest I should make A ground for perjury. For your sake, for […]

If a good man were ever housed in Hell By needful error of the qualities, Perhaps to prove the rule […]

Barely a twelvemonth after The seven days war that put the world to sleep, Late in the evening the strange […]

O Merlin in your crystal cave Deep in the diamond of the day, Will there ever be a singer Whose […]