Edwin Morgan Quotes

No deliverer ever rose from these stone tombs to get the hell they made unmade.

The man lies late since he has lost his job, smokes on one elbow, letting his coughs fall thinly into an air too poor to rob.

Deplore what is to be deplored, and then find out the rest.

And later, wondering farmers as they passed would hear beyond the lighted window in the autumn evening two handsome yellow-bosomed basset-hounds howling to a melodious basset-horn.

Many things are unspoken In the life of a man, and with a place there is an unspoken love also in undercurrents, drifting, waiting its time.