Personal Choice 62













Strawberries


There were never strawberries

like the ones we had

that sultry afternoon

sitting on the step

of the open French window

facing each other

your knees held in mine

the blue plates in our laps

the strawberries glistening

in the hot sunlight

we dipped them in sugar

looking at each other

not hurrying the feast

for one to come

the empty plates

laid on the stone together

with the two forks crossed

and I bent towards you

sweet in that air

in my arms

abandoned like a child

from your eager mouth

the taste of strawberries

in my memory

lean back again

let me love you


let the sun beat

on our forgetfulness

one hour of all

the heat intense

and summer lightning

on the Kilpatrick hills


let the storm wash the plates.


Edwin Morgan


Edwin Morgan (1920 – 2010) was a Scottish poet and translator. He is widely recognised as one of the foremost Scottish poets of the 20th century. In 1999, Morgan was made the first Glasgow Poet Laureate. In 2004, the first National Poet for Scotland.














One of the very finest love poems in English.

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