The life of every man is an endlessly repeated performance of the life of man. — Edwin Muir Copy Share Image
“ Light and praise, Love and atonement, harmony and peace. Touch me, assail me, break and make my heart.” — Edwin Muir Copy Share Image
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… — Edwin Muir Copy Share Image
“Since I emerged that day from the labyrinth, Dazed with the tall and echoing passages, The swift recoils, so many I almost feared I’d meet myself returning at some smooth corner, Myself or my ghost, for all there was unreal After the straw ceased rustling and the bull Lay dead upon the straw and I remained… I could not live… — Edwin Muir Copy Share
The life of every man is an endlessly repeated performance of the life of man. — Edwin Muir Copy Share Image
Sometimes we think of the nations lying asleep, Curled blindly in impenetrable sorrow, And then the thought confounds us with its strangeness. — Edwin Muir Copy Share Image
I have observed in foolish awe The dateless mid-days of the law And seen indifferent justice done By everyone on everyone. — Edwin Muir Copy Share Image
The ancestral deed is thought and done, And in a million Edens fall A million Adams drowned in darkness, For small is great and… — Edwin Muir Copy Share Image
Dostoyevsky wrote of the unconscious as if it were conscious; that is in reality the reason why his characters seem 'pathological', while they are… — Edwin Muir Copy Share Image
Kindness and courage can repair time's faults, And serving him breeds patience and courtesy In us, light sojourners and passing subjects. — Edwin Muir Copy Share Image
