Forget your literature? – forget your soul. If you want to see your country hale and whole Turn back the pages of fourteen hundred years. Surely not? Oh yes, did you expect woad and spears? In Altus Prosator the bristly blustery land Bursts in buzz and fouth within a grand Music of metrical thought. Breathes there the man With soul so dead—? Probably! But a scan Would show his fault was ignorance: Don’t follow him. Cosmic circumstance Hides in nearest, most ordinary things. Find Scotland – find inalienable springs.
Edwin Morgan, 2004