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Edwin Muir Biography

Edwin Muir (15 May 1887 – 3 January 1959) was a Scottishpoet, novelist and translator. Born on a farm in Deerness, a parish of the Orkney, Scotland, he is remembered for his deeply felt and vivid poetry in plain language with few stylistic preoccupations. His wife, Willa Muir, made extensive translations of many German authors including Franz Kafka. These were issued under their joint names but his wife notes that he "only helped".

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Kindness and courage can repair time's faults, And serving him breeds patience and courtesy In us, light sojourners and passing subjects.

Breeds, Kindness, Light, Patience, Serving, Time

The ancestral deed is thought and done, And in a million Edens fall A million Adams drowned in darkness, For small is great and great is small, And a blind seed all.

Darkness, Eden, Fall, Million, Seed

Sometimes we think of the nations lying asleep, Curled blindly in impenetrable sorrow, And then the thought confounds us with its strangeness.

Impenetrable, Lying, Nations, Sorrow, Thinking

The life of every man is an endlessly repeated performance of the life of man.

Endlessly, Every Man, Life, Man, Men, Performances

See him, the gentle Bible beast,
With lacquered hoofs and curling mane,
His wondering journey from the East
Half done, between the rock and plain.

Bible, Gentle, Journey, Plain, Rocks

We meet ourselves at every turn In the long country of the past.

Country, Long, Past, Turn

I have observed in foolish awe The dateless mid-days of the law And seen indifferent justice done By everyone on everyone.

Dateless, Done, Indifferent, Justice, Law, Seen

The curse of Scottish literature is the lack of a whole language, which finally means the lack of a whole mind.

Language, Literature, Mean, Mind, Scottish

And without fear the lawless roads Ran wrong through all the land.

Fear, Land, Law, Ran, Roads

Dostoyevsky wrote of the unconscious as if it were conscious; that is in reality the reason why his characters seem 'pathological', while they are only visualized more clearly than any other figures in imaginative literature. . . He was in the rank in which we set Dante, Shakespeare and Goethe.

Character, Goethe, Imaginative, Literature, Reality, Shakespeare

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 is slain, And lies where it has lain.

Country, Lies, Lying, Road, Slain, Time

Packed in my skin from head to toe is one I know and do not know.

Head, Know, Knowledge, Packed, Skins, Toes