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“[Edwin Muir’s] travels in the 1920s immediately after the end of World War One, and again at the end of World War Two, tell a story of Europe itself at critical points in its history”
—Dr Margery Palmer McCulloch, on the OUP blog
10/10
https://blog.oup.com/2017/05/edwin-muir-story-europe/
#Scottish #literature #history #Europe #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney
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Edwin Muir reads “One foot in Eden”
9/10
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2Rw8UG0Qow
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney
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One foot in Eden still, I stand
And look across the other land.
The world’s great day is growing late,
Yet strange these fields that we have planted
So long with crops of love and hate…—Edwin Muir, “One Foot in Eden”
8/10
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney
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Old gods and goddesses who have lived so long
Through time and never found eternity,
Fettered by wasting wood and hollowing hill,
You should have fled our ever-dying song…—Edwin Muir, “To the Old Gods”
7/10
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney
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“What is remarkable is that Muir did not become a social realist, like WH Auden, Cecil Day-Lewis, Stephen Spender, & other related British poets… who didn’t know anything close to what Muir knew directly about urban poverty”
—Andrew Frisardi on Edwin Muir
6/10
https://www.sacredweb.com/volume-51/the-good-life-of-edwin-muir/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney
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The houses stir and pluck their roofs and walls
Apart as if in play and fling their stones
Against the sky to make a common arc
And fall again. The conflagrations raise
Their mountainous precipices…—Edwin Muir, “The River”
5/10
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney #warpoetry #ww2
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“On the second Friday of March 2020, before the first UK lockdown had begun… I was listening to the BBC news & boiling pasta for my children’s tea when a line of verse ran through my head”
—Jeremy Noel-Todd on Edwin Muir’s poem “The Horses”
4/10
https://someflowerssoon.substack.com/p/we-would-not-have-it-again
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney #apocalypse #lockdown
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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, headed north…—Edwin Muir, “The Horses”
3/10
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney #apocalypse
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“Edwin Muir (1887–1959) is a mysteriously neglected, gorgeous, & emotionally penetrating poet. Of all the many pieces of writing spurred by the Cold War & the threat of nuclear apocalypse… his poem ‘The Horses’ may be the most effective”
—Robert Pinsky
2/10
https://slate.com/culture/1999/01/the-horses.html
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney #apocalypse
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I never felt so much
Since I have felt at all
The tingling smell and touch
Of dogrose and sweet briar,
Nettles against the wall,
All sours and sweets that grow
Together or apart…—“A Birthday”, by poet, novelist & translator Edwin Muir (1887–1959), born #OTD, 15 May
1/10
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney
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Those lumbering horses in the steady plough,
On the bare field – I wonder, why, just now,
They seemed terrible, so wild and strange,
Like magic power on the stony grange…—Edwin Muir (1887–1959), “Horses” 🐴
published in THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF SCOTTISH VERSE, @canongatebooks 2021https://canongate.co.uk/books/3267-the-golden-treasury-of-scottish-verse/
#Scottish #literature #20thcentury #EdwinMuir #YearoftheHorse #LunarNewYear #ChineseNewYear #poem #poetry #horse #horses #Orkney
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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…—Edwin Muir, “Scotland’s Winter”
from ONE FOOT IN EDEN (Faber, 1956)#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #EdwinMuir #winter
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You that through all the dying summer
Came every morning to our breakfast table,
A lonely bachelor mummer,
And fed on the marmalade
So deeply, all your strength was scarcely able
To prise you from the sweet pit you had made…—Edwin Muir, “The Late Wasp”
from One Foot in Eden (Faber, 1956)#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #EdwinMuir #autumn
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Leave, leave your well-loved nest,
Late swallow, and fly away.
Here is no rest
For hollowing heart and wearying wing…—Edwin Muir, “The Late Swallow”
first published in One Foot in Eden (Faber, 1956)https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/late-swallow/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #EdwinMuir #autumn
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Old gods and goddesses who have lived so long
Through time and never found eternity,
Fettered by wasting wood and hollowing hill,
You should have fled our ever-dying song…—Edwin Muir, “To the Old Gods”
📷 Ballachulish Figure, c728–524 BCEhttps://www.nms.ac.uk/discover-catalogue/a-mysterious-iron-age-figure-from-ballachulish
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #archaeology #IronAge #EdwinMuir
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In favoured summers
These islands have the sun all to themselves
And light a toy to play with, weeks on end…—Edwin Muir, “The Northern Islands”
published in The Complete Poems of Edwin Muir, ed. Peter H. Butter (ASLS, 1999)#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Orkney #summer #EdwinMuir
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“What is remarkable is that Muir did not become a social realist, like W.H. Auden, Cecil Day-Lewis, Stephen Spender, and other related British poets during the 1930s, who didn’t know anything close to what Muir knew directly about urban poverty”
—Andrew Frisardi on the life & work of Edwin Muir
9/8
https://www.sacredweb.com/volume-51/the-good-life-of-edwin-muir/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney #modernism
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“[Edwin Muir’s] travels in the 1920s immediately after the end of World War One, and again at the end of World War Two, tell a story of Europe itself at critical points in its history.”
—Dr Margery Palmer McCulloch, on the Oxford University Press blog
8/8
https://blog.oup.com/2017/05/edwin-muir-story-europe/
#Scottish #literature #history #Europe #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney
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One foot in Eden still, I stand
And look across the other land.
The world’s great day is growing late,
Yet strange these fields that we have planted
So long with crops of love and hate…—Edwin Muir, “One Foot in Eden”
7/8
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney
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Old gods and goddesses who have lived so long
Through time and never found eternity,
Fettered by wasting wood and hollowing hill,
You should have fled our ever-dying song…—Edwin Muir, “To the Old Gods”
6/8
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney
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The houses stir and pluck their roofs and walls
Apart as if in play and fling their stones
Against the sky to make a common arc
And fall again. The conflagrations raise
Their mountainous precipices…—Edwin Muir, “The River”
5/8
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney
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“On the second Friday of March 2020, before the first UK lockdown had begun… I was listening to the BBC news & boiling pasta for my children’s tea when a line of verse ran through my head…”
—Jeremy Noel-Tod on Edwin Muir’s “The Horses”
4/8
https://someflowerssoon.substack.com/p/we-would-not-have-it-again
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney #apocalypse #lockdown
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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…—Edwin Muir, “The Horses”
3/8
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney #apocalypse
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I never felt so much
Since I have felt at all
The tingling smell and touch
Of dogrose and sweet briar,
Nettles against the wall,
All sours and sweets that grow
Together or apart
In hedge or marsh or ditch…—“A Birthday”, by poet, novelist & translator Edwin Muir (1887–1959) – born #OTD, 15 May
1/8
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thCentury #EdwinMuir #Orkney
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THE VOYAGE
(For Eric Linklater)
That sea was greater than we knew,
Week after week the empty round
Went with us; the Unchanging grew,
And we were headed for that bound.
How we came there we could not tell.
Seven storms had piled us in that peace,
Put us in check and barred us well
With seven walls of seven seas.
FROM ‘THE VOYAGE’ BY EDWIN MUIR
#marineweek #EdwinMuir #poem
https://theorkneynews.scot/2023/07/24/the-voyage-marineweek/