Poetry Selections
The Annunciation
Edwin Muir
 The angel and the girl are met.
  Earth was the only meeting place.
  For the embodied never yet
  Travelled beyond the shore of space.
 The eternal spirits in freedom go.
  See, they have come together, see,
  While the destroying minutes flow,
  Each reflects the other’s face
  Till heaven in hers and earth in his
  Shine steady there. He’s come to her
  From far beyond the farthest star,
  Feathered through time. Immediacy
  Of strangest strangeness is the bliss
  That from their limbs all movement takes.
  Yet the increasing rapture brings
  So great a wonder that it makes
  Each feather tremble on his wings.
 Outside the window footsteps fall
  Into the ordinary day
  And with the sun along the wall
  Pursue their unreturning way.
  Sound’s perpetual roundabout
  Rolls its numbered octaves out
  And hoarsely grinds its battered tune.
 But through the endless afternoon
  These neither speak nor movement make,
  But stare into their deepening trance
  As if their gaze would never break.

