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Wednesday, 26 April 2017

Edwin Muir, The Refugees Born for a Land Unknown



A reminder of a great poet and a powerful poem.

From The Baffler


Two excerpts:

“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,

My life waste water drawn down through a hole,

Yet lived...

Since then I remember nothing,

But this room in a place where no doors open.

I think the world died many years ago.”

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