The curse of Scottish literature is the lack of a whole language, which finally means the lack of a whole mind.
Scott and Scotland (1936), Introduction.
The curse of Scottish literature is the lack of a whole language, which finally means the lack of a whole mind.Edwin Muir
The hills and towers Stood otherwise than they should stand, And without fear the lawless roads Ran wrong throughout the land.Edwin Muir
All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily from the turret wall We watched the mowers in the hay And the enemy half a mile away. They seemed no threat to us at all.Edwin Muir
It was not meant for human eyes, That combat on the shabby patch Of clods and trampled earth that lies Somewhere beneath the sodden skies For eye of toad or adder to catch.Edwin Muir
Oh these deceits are strong almost as life. Last night I dreamt I was in the labyrinth, And woke far on. I did not know the place.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
The life of every man is an endlessly repeated performance of the life of man.Edwin Muir
Since then they have pulled our ploughs and borne our loads. But that free servitude still can pierce our hearts. Our life is changed; their coming our beginning.Edwin Muir
One foot in Eden still, I stand And look across the other land. The world's great day isgrowing late, Yet strange these fields that we have planted So long with crops of love and hate.Edwin Muir
There is a road that turning alwaysCuts off the country of Again.Archers stand there on every sideAnd as it runs time's deer is slainAnd lies where it has lain.Edwin Muir
The world's great day is growing late,Yet strange these fields that we have plantedSo long with crops of love and hate.Edwin Muir
Long time he lay upon the sunny hill,To his father's house below securely bound.Edwin Muir
I have observed in foolish aweThe dateless mid-days of the lawAnd seen indifferent justice doneBy everyone on everyone.Edwin Muir