Yes, yours, my love, is the right human face.
I in my mind had waited for this long,
Seeing the false and searching for the true,
Then found you as a traveller finds a place
Of welcome suddenly amid the wrong
Valleys and rocks and twisting roads. But you,
What shall I call you? A fountain in a waste,
A well of water in a country dry,
Or anything that's honest and good, an eye
That makes the whole world seem bright. Your open heart,
Simple with giving, gives the primal deed,
The first good world, the blossom, the blowing seed,
The hearth, the steadfast land, the wandering sea.
Not beautiful or rare in every part.
But like yourself, as they were meant to be.
The Confirmation
Edwin Muir
(1)
Poem topics: I love you, beautiful, heart, sea, water, fountain, human, long, place, bright, country, face, mind, wrong, simple, true, open, waste, suddenly, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
<< Horses Poem
Merlin Poem>>
Write your comment about The Confirmation poem by Edwin Muir
Best Poems of Edwin Muir