R.I.P Edwin Morgan 1920-2010

A true hero as an artist and a person, Edwin Morgan will be much missed. I've been reading his poetry since I was a wee boy and his humanity and spirit of enquiry have been an inspiration. Living in Glasgow, in Scotland, he's helped me think about my surroundings in new ways, while his internationalism and experimentation have opened my mind to concrete poetry, the Russian futurists, art, music. He's the guiding spirit of my academic work in many ways: from Glasgow to Saturn indeed. A great life. I'll share some of my Morgan finds from the National Library of Scotland later.

When You Go

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.

Siesta of a Hungarian Snake

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