Edwin Morgan


Born
in Glasgow, Scotland
April 27, 1920

Died
August 17, 2010

Genre

Influences


Edwin George Morgan OBE was a Scottish poet and translator who is associated with the Scottish literary renaissance. He is widely recognized as one of the foremost Scottish poets of the 20th century. In 1999, Morgan was made the first Glasgow Poet Laureate. In 2004, he was named as the first Scottish national poet: The Scots Makar.

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New Selected Poems

4.35 avg rating — 83 ratings — published 2000 — 3 editions
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Collected Poems

4.48 avg rating — 62 ratings — published 1996 — 4 editions
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Selected Poems

4.38 avg rating — 34 ratings — published 1985
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A Book of Lives

4.34 avg rating — 32 ratings — published 2007 — 5 editions
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Cathures: New Poems, 1997 -...

4.18 avg rating — 22 ratings — published 2002
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The Second Life: Selected P...

4.77 avg rating — 13 ratings — published 1968 — 2 editions
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From Glasgow to Saturn

4.67 avg rating — 12 ratings — published 2008
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Edwin Morgan: Virtual and O...

3.92 avg rating — 12 ratings — published 1997
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From Saturn to Glasgow: Fif...

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Love and a Life

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More books by Edwin Morgan…
“When you go,
if you go,
And I should want to die,
there's nothing I'd be saved by
more than the time
you fell asleep in my arms
in a trust so gentle
I let the darkening room
drink up the evening, till
rest, or the new rain
lightly roused you awake.
I asked if you heard the rain in your dream
and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.”
Edwin Morgan, New Selected Poems

“Valentine Weather

Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes,
come on, let us sway together,
under the trees, and to hell with thunder.”
Edwin Morgan, A Book of Lives

“There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
of the open french window
facing each other
your knees held in mine
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other
not hurrying the feast
for one to come
the empty plates laid on the stone together
with the two forks crossed
and I bent towards you

sweet in that air
in my arms
abandoned like a child
from your eager mouth
the taste of strawberries
in my memory
lean back again
let me love you

let the sun beat
on our forgetfulness
one hour of all
the heat intense
and summer lightning
on the Kilpatrick hills

let the storm wash the plates.”
Edwin Morgan, The Second Life: Selected Poems