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@scotlit@mastodon.scot  ·  activity timestamp 2 months ago

I outstrip the moon in brightness,
I outrun midsummer suns…

Edwin Morgan died #OTD, 19 August, 2010. “Riddle”, the final poem of Morgan’s final collection, Dreams and Other Nightmares (Mariscat, 2010), is a translation of one of the 10th-century Anglo-Saxon Exeter Book riddles, itself a translation of a Latin original by the poet Aldhelm (c.639–709 CE).

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#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry  #riddle #translation#EdwinMorgan#OldEnglish#AngloSaxon#Medieval

Riddle
by Edwin Morgan

Up beyond the universe and back
Down to the tiniest chigger in the finger –
I outstrip the moon in brightness,
I outrun midsummer suns.
I embrace the seas and other waters,
I am fresh and green as the fields I form.
I walk under hell, I flow over the heavens.
I am the land, I am the ocean.
I claim this honour, I claim its worth.
I am what I claim. What is my name?
Riddle by Edwin Morgan Up beyond the universe and back Down to the tiniest chigger in the finger – I outstrip the moon in brightness, I outrun midsummer suns. I embrace the seas and other waters, I am fresh and green as the fields I form. I walk under hell, I flow over the heavens. I am the land, I am the ocean. I claim this honour, I claim its worth. I am what I claim. What is my name?
Riddle by Edwin Morgan Up beyond the universe and back Down to the tiniest chigger in the finger – I outstrip the moon in brightness, I outrun midsummer suns. I embrace the seas and other waters, I am fresh and green as the fields I form. I walk under hell, I flow over the heavens. I am the land, I am the ocean. I claim this honour, I claim its worth. I am what I claim. What is my name?
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@scotlit@mastodon.scot  ·  activity timestamp 2 months ago

I outstrip the moon in brightness,
I outrun midsummer suns…

Edwin Morgan died #OTD, 19 August, 2010. “Riddle”, the final poem of Morgan’s final collection, Dreams and Other Nightmares (Mariscat, 2010), is a translation of one of the 10th-century Anglo-Saxon Exeter Book riddles, itself a translation of a Latin original by the poet Aldhelm (c.639–709 CE).

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#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry  #riddle #translation#EdwinMorgan#OldEnglish#AngloSaxon#Medieval

Riddle
by Edwin Morgan

Up beyond the universe and back
Down to the tiniest chigger in the finger –
I outstrip the moon in brightness,
I outrun midsummer suns.
I embrace the seas and other waters,
I am fresh and green as the fields I form.
I walk under hell, I flow over the heavens.
I am the land, I am the ocean.
I claim this honour, I claim its worth.
I am what I claim. What is my name?
Riddle by Edwin Morgan Up beyond the universe and back Down to the tiniest chigger in the finger – I outstrip the moon in brightness, I outrun midsummer suns. I embrace the seas and other waters, I am fresh and green as the fields I form. I walk under hell, I flow over the heavens. I am the land, I am the ocean. I claim this honour, I claim its worth. I am what I claim. What is my name?
Riddle by Edwin Morgan Up beyond the universe and back Down to the tiniest chigger in the finger – I outstrip the moon in brightness, I outrun midsummer suns. I embrace the seas and other waters, I am fresh and green as the fields I form. I walk under hell, I flow over the heavens. I am the land, I am the ocean. I claim this honour, I claim its worth. I am what I claim. What is my name?
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@scotlit@mastodon.scot replied  ·  activity timestamp 2 months ago

“A poet of this parish who was universal in his outreach… A great humanist Scot who, despite all the pyrotechnics of his poetry, always wanted to explore existence & what it means to be alive.”

—from George Reid’s eulogy for Edwin Morgan

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https://asls.org.uk/edwin-morgan-a-eulogy/

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Edwin Morgan, aged 89. Photo by Alex Boyd. Edwin Morgan’s head in profile, looking to the left. Morgan is smiling, alert, with short white hair and beard. He's wearing a checked shirt under a black cardigan which disappears into the black background of the photograph. Alex Boyd's initials – a tall capita A containing a smaller capital B between its legs – are printed in the lower right-hand corner.
Edwin Morgan, aged 89. Photo by Alex Boyd. Edwin Morgan’s head in profile, looking to the left. Morgan is smiling, alert, with short white hair and beard. He's wearing a checked shirt under a black cardigan which disappears into the black background of the photograph. Alex Boyd's initials – a tall capita A containing a smaller capital B between its legs – are printed in the lower right-hand corner.
Edwin Morgan, aged 89. Photo by Alex Boyd. Edwin Morgan’s head in profile, looking to the left. Morgan is smiling, alert, with short white hair and beard. He's wearing a checked shirt under a black cardigan which disappears into the black background of the photograph. Alex Boyd's initials – a tall capita A containing a smaller capital B between its legs – are printed in the lower right-hand corner.
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@scotlit@mastodon.scot  ·  activity timestamp 2 months ago

I outstrip the moon in brightness,
I outrun midsummer suns…

Edwin Morgan died #OTD, 19 August, 2010. “Riddle”, the final poem of Morgan’s final collection, Dreams and Other Nightmares (Mariscat, 2010), is a translation of one of the 10th-century Anglo-Saxon Exeter Book riddles, itself a translation of a Latin original by the poet Aldhelm (c.639–709 CE).

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#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry  #riddle #translation#EdwinMorgan#OldEnglish#AngloSaxon#Medieval

Riddle
by Edwin Morgan

Up beyond the universe and back
Down to the tiniest chigger in the finger –
I outstrip the moon in brightness,
I outrun midsummer suns.
I embrace the seas and other waters,
I am fresh and green as the fields I form.
I walk under hell, I flow over the heavens.
I am the land, I am the ocean.
I claim this honour, I claim its worth.
I am what I claim. What is my name?
Riddle by Edwin Morgan Up beyond the universe and back Down to the tiniest chigger in the finger – I outstrip the moon in brightness, I outrun midsummer suns. I embrace the seas and other waters, I am fresh and green as the fields I form. I walk under hell, I flow over the heavens. I am the land, I am the ocean. I claim this honour, I claim its worth. I am what I claim. What is my name?
Riddle by Edwin Morgan Up beyond the universe and back Down to the tiniest chigger in the finger – I outstrip the moon in brightness, I outrun midsummer suns. I embrace the seas and other waters, I am fresh and green as the fields I form. I walk under hell, I flow over the heavens. I am the land, I am the ocean. I claim this honour, I claim its worth. I am what I claim. What is my name?
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@scotlit@mastodon.scot  ·  activity timestamp 4 months ago

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun…

James Hutton met Robert Burns in 1787. Later that year, Burns chose to visit some of the sites discussed in Hutton’s THEORY OF THE EARTH. Is there an echo of Hutton’s “deep time”—oceans evaporating, rocks melting—to be heard in Burns’s “A Red, Red Rose” (pub. 1794)?

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https://sunnydunny.wordpress.com/2011/10/11/robert-burns-and-geology/

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Robert Burns and geology

I was invited to give a talk on Robert Burns and geology to a meeting of the Geological Society in its day-long celebration of poetry and geology on 10th October.  Several friends have asked me for…
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@scotlit@mastodon.scot replied  ·  activity timestamp 4 months ago

what but imagination could have read
granite boulders back to their molten roots?
And how far back was back, and how far on
would basalt still be basalt, iron iron?

—Edwin Morgan certainly though so, and was inspired – by Burns & Hutton – to write “Theory of the Earth” (first published in New Writing Scotland 2, 1984)

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Theory of the Earth
Edwin Morgan

James Hutton that true son of fire who said
to Burns 'Aye, man, the rocks melt wi the sun'
was sure the age of reason's time was done:
what but imagination could have read
granite boulders back to their molten roots?
And how far back was back, and how far on
would basalt still be basalt, iron iron?
Would second seas re-drown the fossil brutes?
'We find no vestige of a beginning,
no prospect of an end.' They died almost
together, poet and geologist,
and lie in wait for hilltop buoys to ring,
or aw the seas gang dry and Scotland's coast
dissolve in crinkled sand and pungent mist.
Theory of the Earth Edwin Morgan James Hutton that true son of fire who said to Burns 'Aye, man, the rocks melt wi the sun' was sure the age of reason's time was done: what but imagination could have read granite boulders back to their molten roots? And how far back was back, and how far on would basalt still be basalt, iron iron? Would second seas re-drown the fossil brutes? 'We find no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end.' They died almost together, poet and geologist, and lie in wait for hilltop buoys to ring, or aw the seas gang dry and Scotland's coast dissolve in crinkled sand and pungent mist.
Theory of the Earth Edwin Morgan James Hutton that true son of fire who said to Burns 'Aye, man, the rocks melt wi the sun' was sure the age of reason's time was done: what but imagination could have read granite boulders back to their molten roots? And how far back was back, and how far on would basalt still be basalt, iron iron? Would second seas re-drown the fossil brutes? 'We find no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end.' They died almost together, poet and geologist, and lie in wait for hilltop buoys to ring, or aw the seas gang dry and Scotland's coast dissolve in crinkled sand and pungent mist.
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