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StephenWatt_: Publisher: OK Edwin Muir, Hugh MacDiarmid has already written heaps of poems about Scotland, maybe you should as well. Edwin Muir: Cool, well I've done it, think this might be my most hopeful patriotic poem yet. I mean I've only moaned about John Knox for four lines!

DorsetWriter: Edwin Muir v. Hugh MacDiarmid! From my library. On the left, Edwin Muir, on the right Hugh MacDiarmid. I read them both. I don't take sides on the language question. I return to Muir's poetry more often than I do to MacDiarmid's. At present I am focused on Willa Muir!

DorsetWriter: Edwin and Willa Muir: A Literary Marriage - The late Margery McCulloch - Google Books

DorsetWriter: Edwin Muir on The British Council, 1954, from Books, The Journal of the National Book League, no. 284, March-April 1954.

RCrawfordArt: 43. Shore Poems by Robert Rendall 44. Selected Poems by Edwin Muir

alexthescot1: Russell made the slurs in his book In Waiting: Travels In The Shadow Of Edwin Muir, in which he retraces the steps of the Orkney poet and author.

scotlit: I have fled through land and sea, blank land and sea, because my house is besieged by murderers And I was wrecked in the ocean, crushed and swept, Spilling salt angry tears on the salt waves… —Edwin Muir, “The refugees born for a land unknown”

theHALLofEINAR: "I have fled through land and sea, blank land and sea, Because my house is besieged by murderers And I was wrecked in the ocean, crushed and swept, Spilling salt angry tears on the salt waves..."

theHALLofEINAR: The Horses - a poem by Edwin Muir:

nicoscosc: “A fine wound is all I brought into the world; that was my sole endowment.” — Kafka, from “A Country Doctor” (tr. Willa and Edwin Muir)

themoonlookson: Edwin Muir - The Confirmation

mv_u72: Edwin Muir, We Moderns. 1918.

dollardoughnut: 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

scapesandshapes: L James Leslie Mitchell W Edwin Muir Sorry.

CicatricesSaer: Imaginary picture of a stationary fear. EDWIN MUIR

GMarcelina25: Thomas Merton on Literature: : John Milton, T S Eliot, and Edwin Muir QLZTBKM

JayMallow3: Y’all I can’t stop thinking of Malcom Guite quoting Edwin Muir, “The Word made flesh here is made word again A word made word in flourish and arrogant crook.” Like I FELT that.

DavyTolmie: January 3rd 1959 saw the death of the poet and scholar Edwin Muir. He was was born on a farm in Deerness , Orkney Islands in the remote northeast of Scotland. In 1901, when he was 14, his father lost the farm and the family moved to Glasgow....

CanonOakley: Happy new year to you! Wishing you some peace, fulfilment, hope. Edwin Muir to start the year:

andrewfrisardi: What is New Year's day but a marking of time? Here's an offering from Edwin Muir on that theme. Thanks to my friends here for passing time with me, and best wishes to all for the year ahead.

jntod: Suddenly remembered this evening: Edwin Muir's great cold poem 'The Horses'

NatalieGDiaz: “Late in the evening the strange horses came.” Riding out of 2022 with a thunderbird lighting what I might live and love toward and Edwin Muir burning down what I have been changed by and for.

Utter_Disdain: Find myself shuffled through time and space as though the interchangeable protagonist in a Kafka short story collection K Probably all asking why and when this tweet was translated and who the hell Willa and Edwin Muir are and wondering quietly if my father would approve

annasofialesiv: A poem by Edwin Muir

isidro_li: Oh here the hot heart petrifies And the round earth to rock is grown In the winter of our eyes; Heart and earth a single stone. Until the stony barrier break Grief and joy no more shall wake. — Edwin Muir

mikewatsontoday: What we now suffer we suffer because we watched the wrong/ last too long/ with noncommittal faces. - Edwin Muir

domenica96mnlqb: Thomas Merton on Literature: : John Milton, T S Eliot, and Edwin Muir YP5IPLY

GinorGym: Have just come across this wonderful painting called Authors in Session by Stanley Cursiter (1887–1976) ! It features Edwin Muir, James Bridie, Neil Gunn and Eric Linklater

MichellePoet: I still remember Our conversations About the poem, "The Horses" By Edwin Muir It was the beginning of my Self discovery My ability to intuit Deeper meaning You gave me time You gave me praise You gave me courage To be myself

StephenWatt_: I've been tweeting a lot about Edwin Muir today, so can think of no better way of ending the day then by sharing one of my favourite poems of his. I present to you - The Horses.

ncolloff: Tongue, you can only say Syllables, joy and pain, Till time, having its way, Makes the word live again. Time merciful lord, Grant us to learn your word. Edwin Muir

StephenWatt_: Living my best life with roast beef sandwiches for lunch. And yes, this was inspired by the many cold roast beef lunches Edwin Muir had in hotels whilst travelling around Scotland in 1935.

StephenWatt_: Just finished reading "Scottish Journey" by poet Edwin Muir. It's a 1935 travelogue/reflection on Scotland where Muir manages through great humour & insight to capture the state of a Scotland struggling with unbearable levels of poverty and unemployment. 1/2

mattbucher: Dec 10, 1924, Edwin Muir on Joyce's Ulysses (for the New Republic) - "The danger is not that it will become unrecognized, but that in time it will overshadow every other potentiality of our age."

StephenWatt_: Unsurprisingly Edwin Muir was never asked to write a tourist slogan for Glasgow.

alexthescot1: full of "skinny, ill-dressed women in their early twenties who seem to hover around cheap Scottish shops". Russell made the slurs in his book In Waiting: Travels In The Shadow Of Edwin Muir, in which he retraces the steps of the Orkney poet and author. The book was out on 1998

StephenWatt_: Edwin Muir (Driving to the Borders from Edinburgh) - Time to go really fast. ***Increases speed to 35 miles per hour***

StephenWatt_: Edwin Muir on the difference between Scottish and English drinking cultures. Must admit I've always felt the rise of English-style family friendly pubs (like Spoons) has probably been one of the best things to happen in Scotland to encourage more moderate drinking

kihnjyth: Thomas Merton on Literature: : John Milton, T S Eliot, and Edwin Muir V1JRZJP

isidro_li: So mourns the land of darkness when Into the light away the lily is led, And so gives thanks again When from the earth the snow-pale beauty goes Back to her home. — Edwin Muir

peterdamianent1: The Castle - 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. For what, we thought, had we to fear With our...

goyettedroi: Thomas Merton on Literature: : John Milton, T S Eliot, and Edwin Muir N3FVVFP

mikewatsontoday: The heart could never speak But the Word was spoken -Edwin Muir

DanielCowper: Sometimes you come back to a poem for the nth time, and it makes you gaga. Holy moly, Edwin Muir.

DrMirandaFay: Edwin Muir, The Good Man in Hell. A poem that changed my life when I chanced upon it ten years ago. Also a poem which foretells the creation of The Good Place.

scot_lit: "Now smoke and dearth and money everywhere / Mean heirlooms of each fainter generation / And mummied housegods in their musty niches / Burns and Scott, sham bards of a sham nation" —Edwin Muir, Scotland 1941

AntiquaUrbs: Edwin Muir's poems about his wife are so beautiful.

AntiquaUrbs: Edwin Muir, on ageing with his wife.

scotlit: We bear the lot of nations, Of times and races, Because we watched the wrong Last too long With non-committal faces… —Edwin Muir, “The Refugees” (1943)

BrianLavelle: Autumn in the tiny village of Swanston, sheltering in the lee of the Pentlands, and a place dear to Scottish poet Edwin Muir.

scarlettggb: Muir’s husband Edwin was less impressed with the book. But the predicament of enjoying art that hardly acknowledges your existence is a familiar one (particularly if you’re not white, straight…) as is the defensive reaction when the creator’s partiality becomes clear

ehutchinson1513: "To avoid an error in the use of words: What is to be deliberately destroyed must first have been quite soundly conserved; what crumbles, crumbles, but cannot be destroyed." (trans. Willa and Edwin Muir)

ehutchinson1513: "Once we have granted accommodation to the Evil One he no longer demands that we should believe him." (trans. Willa and Edwin Muir)

ehutchinson1513: "The martyrs do not under-estimate the body; they cause it to be elevated on the cross. In that they are at one with their enemies." (trans. Willa and Edwin Muir)

ehutchinson1513: "The word 'sein' signifies in German both things: to be, and to belong to Him." (trans. Willa and Edwin Muir)

ehutchinson1513: "For all things outside the physical world language can be employed only as a sort of adumbration, but never with even approximate exactitude, since in accordance with the physical world it treats only of possession and its connotations." (trans. Willa and Edwin Muir)

isidro_li: Forgiveness, truth, atonement, all Our love at once—till we could dare At last to turn our heads and see The poor ghost of Eurydice Still sitting in her silver chair, Alone in Hades' empty hall. — Edwin Muir

Sheenholt: Edwin Muir, strangely enough, perhaps making an argument of sorts against a certain type of Hell

DHoeger38: Thomas Merton on Literature: : John Milton, T. S. Eliot, and Edwin Muir [DMORZW5]

foreverincred: The Confirmation by Edwin Muir is one of my favorite wedding readings. It speaks to my soul.

SchoolDepotCoUk: Muir, Edwin

WikiControversy: Michael Russell (Scottish politician) - Controversies Russell attracted criticism regarding the negative depictions of Scottish towns and cities included in his 1998 travel book In Waiting: Travels in the Shadow of Edwin Muir

PinkNews: Queer subtext in LOTR has been around since the beginning, with Scottish poet Edwin Muir criticising Tolkien for his depiction of men where “hardly one of them knows anything about women.” 2/10

GGallerina: ‘The dream was a simple one: it consisted of a semicolon. The meaning of this semicolon, as it revealed itself to the dreamer, was that the poet never knows all that he writes; he writes only, as it were, as far as the semicolon;’ Edwin Muir has a dream (and tells Kathleen Raine)

Cullen381: Thomas Merton on Literature: : John Milton, T. S. Eliot, and Edwin Muir [GFTIZLQ]

se_lyall: I'll be disappointed if there's no Hugh MacDiarmid versus Edwin Muir option. My money would be on Willa to suddenly appear in round 4 and finish Shug off.

ncolloff: Many times have I both listened to him lecture/talk with profit, sat with him in an audience especially at the House St. Gregory and St. Macrina; and even lectured to him (He enjoyed my talk on Edwin Muir)!

ehutchinson1513: "Who could these men be? What were they talking about? What authority could they represent? K. lived in a country with a legal constitution [Rechtsstaat], there was universal peace, all the laws were in force; who dared seize him in his own dwelling?" (Trans. Willa & Edwin Muir)

noonessleep: Men are made of what is made, The meat, the drink, the life, the corn, Laid up by them, in them reborn. —Edwin Muir, "The Island"

MadocLeonard: Still trying to find that poem in which the warmth of horses in the barn is compared to the coldness of a tractor. I've read Cynyddlan by R S Thomas and The Horses by Edwin Muir, but cannot find the blasted thing!

andrewfrisardi: My new book is out now in Amazon Kindle for $9.99. Poets I discuss are Edwin Muir, Giuseppe Ungaretti, WB Yeats, Vernon Watkins (1st page copied below), Kathleen Raine, Peter Russell, John Haines, Richard Berengarten, David Mason. If you’re interested in reviewing it please DM me

drytnaa: From Edwin Muir 1918 book We Moderns, very striking insight, belief in progress comes from fundamental fear of life

WikiControversy: Michael Russell (Scottish politician) - Controversies Russell attracted criticism regarding the negative depictions of Scottish towns and cities included in his 1998 travel book In Waiting: Travels in the Shadow of Edwin Muir

wretchedwilbur: "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)

torc: "This remarkable book makes its appearance at a disadvantage. Nothing but a great masterpiece could survive the bombardment of praise directed at it from the blurb... The Fellowship of the Ring is an extraordinary book." ~ Edwin Muir, August 1954

GinorGym: And of course an Edwin Muir!!!

SLAHvoyzheeZhek: When this novel first appeared in London in 1938 in Edwin and Willa Muir’s beautiful English translation, there was little awareness of what Kafka knew about America, and, since he himself had never set foot on these shores, 1/2

LTtheMonk: “No imaginative writer chooses their theme; it is chosen for them by the experience which has most deeply affected them” - Edwin Muir

salvey1: Edwin Muir could never

nemoloris: The sonnet as verse letter, from Edwin Muir.

OhBlimey: Thank you!

LewisSymposium: Here's another good one by Edwin Muir. Substitute 'Hell' for 'Social Media Land' and it's a poem for our own time.

scotlit: I have fled through land and sea, blank land and sea, because my house is besieged by murderers And I was wrecked in the ocean, crushed and swept, Spilling salt angry tears on the salt waves… —Edwin Muir, “The refugees born for a land unknown”

faiza0911: How can this shameful tale be told? I will maintain until my death We could do nothing, being sold; Our only enemy was gold, And we had no arms to fight it with. Edwin Muir

StephenWatt_: I didn't know what to expect when I gave the AI the prompt "Edwin Muir getting angry at the idea of Calvinism" but I feel like these grotesque pictures are definitely the images of John Calvin he saw in his nightmares!

StephenWatt_: Ancient Scottish Blessing: May you be loved with the same intensity as Edwin Muir hated John Knox

amonochromdream: Edwin Muir being read by Roath Park Lake in rain

GinorGym: Happy Birthday Edwin Muir!

MacCocktail: "The life of every man is an endlessly repeated performance of the life of man." ― Edwin Muir (born this day, May 15, 1887)

MacCocktail: "The life of every man is an endlessly repeated performance of the life of man." ― Edwin Muir (born this day, May 15, 1887)

mamboward: On This Day in Scotland: 15 May 1887: The birth in Orkney of Edwin Muir, a novelist and translator as well as one of Scotland's most important poets of the 1900s.

se_lyall: On Edwin Muir's birthday, remembering Margery Palmer McCulloch, who wrote this piece on Muir's Europeanness. I hope her biography of the Muirs sees the light of day.

Book_Addict: Happy birthday to Orcadian writer and poet Edwin Muir (May 15, 1897), author of "One foot in Eden" (1956) and many other works.

scotlit: Edwin Muir and a story of Europe “Seamus Heaney described him as a European poet… but all Muir’s writings about Europe, in prose and poetry, tell a story about a period in our wider shared European history that is still relevant to us today.”

johnstonglenn: Scottish poet Edwin Muir was born in Deerness OTD in 1887. He said of James Joyce: "No other novelist who has written in English has had a greater mastery...of language as an instrument of literary expression, and no one else, probably, has striven so consciously to attain it."

ohthatwright: The Horses, Edwin Muir

nemoloris: Still on the subject of Edwin Muir, how true to time and the Scottish experience is this description of his life ('I was born before the Industrial Revolution, and am now about two hundred years old'):

Juliana25682788: And it was finished off,silenced and became " there like other loam" Edwin muir said The horses a poem

myhomeworkgeeks: The interrogation by Edwin Muir



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