The Transfiguration (Edwin Muir Poems)
So from the ground we felt that virtue branch Through all our veins till we were whole, our wrists As ...
So from the ground we felt that virtue branch Through all our veins till we were whole, our wrists As ...
Issuing from the Word The seven days came, Each in its own place, Its own name. And the first long ...
That was the day they killed the Son of GodOn a squat hill-top by Jerusalem.Zion was bare, her children from ...
Boswell by my bed, Tolstoy on my table; Thought the world has bled For four and a half years, And ...
'MY life is done, yet all remains,The breath has gone, the image not,The furious shapes once forged in heatLive on ...
The angel and the girl are metEarth was the only meeting place.For the embodied never yetTravelled beyond the shore of ...
Yes, yours, my love, is the right human face.I in my mind had waited for this long,Seeing the false and ...
They could not tell me who should be my lord, But I could read from every word they said The ...
Unfriendly friendly universe, I pack your stars into my purse, And bid you so farewell. That I can leave you, ...
It was not meant for human eyes, That combat on the shabby patch Of clods and trampled turf that lies ...
Our fathers all were poor, Poorer our fathers' fathers; Beyond, we dare not look. We, the sons, keep store Of ...
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 ...
The windless northern surge, the sea-gull's scream, And Calvin's kirk crowning the barren brae. I think of Giotto the Tuscan ...
The rivulet-loving wanderer Abraham Through waterless wastes tracing his fields of pasture Led his Chaldean herds and fattening flocks With ...
'I give you half of me; No more, lest I should make A ground for perjury. For your sake, for ...
I've been in love for long With what I cannot tell And will contrive a song For the intangible That ...
O Merlin in your crystal cave Deep in the diamond of the day, Will there ever be a singer Whose ...
We were a tribe, a family, a people. Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field, And all may read ...
Now the ice lays its smooth claws on the sill, The sun looks from the hill Helmed in his winter ...
They do not live in the world, Are not in time and space. From birth to death hurled No word ...
All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily from the turret wall We watched the mowers in the ...
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