HOW beautiful is Edwin Muir’s poem One Foot In Eden (Poem of the Day, January 31).

In these calamitous days when it feels as if one is standing at a crossroads awaiting a car-crash, such words are apposite. The poem says: “The world’s great day is growing late, yet strange these fields that we have planted so long with crops of love and hate”.

It is to be hoped that the final lines of the poem prove as apt: “Strange blessings never in Paradise, fall from these beclouded skies”.

It is a poem well worth reflecting upon.

Thelma Edwards,

Old Comrades Hall, Hume, Kelso.