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Yours, my love, is the right human face.
Edwin Muir -
The curse of Scottish literature is the lack of a whole language, which finally means the lack of a whole mind.
Edwin Muir
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The ancestral deed is thought and done, And in a million Edens fall A million Adams drowned in darkness, For small is great and great is small, And a blind seed all.
Edwin Muir -
Kindness and courage can repair time's faults, And serving him breeds patience and courtesy In us, light sojourners and passing subjects.
Edwin Muir -
There is a road that turning always Cuts off the country of Again. Archers stand there on every side And as it runstime's deer is slain, And lies where it has lain.
Edwin Muir -
The life of every man is an endlessly repeated performance of the life of man.
Edwin Muir -
Packed in my skin from head to toe is one I know and do not know.
Edwin Muir -
And without fear the lawless roads Ran wrong through all the land.
Edwin Muir
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Dostoyevsky wrote of the unconscious as if it were conscious; that is in reality the reason why his characters seem 'pathological', while they are only visualized more clearly than any other figures in imaginative literature... He was in the rank in which we set Dante, Shakespeare and Goethe.
Edwin Muir -
We meet ourselves at every turn In the long country of the past.
Edwin Muir -
Sometimes we think of the nations lying asleep, Curled blindly in impenetrable sorrow, And then the thought confounds us with its strangeness.
Edwin Muir -
See him, the gentle Bible beast, / With lacquered hoofs and curling mane, / His wondering journey from the East / Half done, between the rock and plain.
Edwin Muir -
I have observed in foolish awe The dateless mid-days of the law And seen indifferent justice done By everyone on everyone.
Edwin Muir -
Light and praise, Love and atonement, harmony and peace. Touch me, assail me, break and make my heart.
Edwin Muir