Friday, January 3, 2003

Scotland's Winter Comments

Rating: 3.6

Now the ice lays its smooth claws on the sill,
The sun looks from the hill
Helmed in his winter casket,
And sweeps his arctic sword across the sky.
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Edwin Muir
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Ramnath kumar bedia 06 December 2018

One of my favorite poems.

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morgan Michaels 07 February 2018

this is rehashed Horace.

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Susan Williams 07 February 2018

This poem is going to haunt me... there are some countries that seem to breed such melancholy thoughts, their folklore looking back to heroes long time gone but not forgotten under the soil of their homeland., Incredible piece of writing.

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Edward Kofi Louis 07 February 2018

Seems to be knocking! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Glen Kappy 07 February 2018

The view of his homeland in this poem makes me think it signals why he left and eventually came to live in California. -GK

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Bernard F. Asuncion 07 February 2018

Such an interesting write by Edwin Muir👍👍👍

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Susan Williams 20 June 2015

The Bruce haunts this poet and this his winter of the soul

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Edwin Muir

Edwin Muir

Orkney / Scotland
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