it is of [Edwin] Morgan's work, not just in its erudition and playfulness, but also in its lack of self-pity. Here, after all, is a poet whose own world has grown even more narrowly circumscribed than a tenth-century monk's cell; who, for all the shining sharpness of his mind, can hardly write and is barely able to drag a spidery signature across the page. He could have been forgiven for feeling sorry for himself, this poet whose work has given us limitless universes, yet who is now isolated by encroaching deafness.
from The Scotsman: Interview: Edwin Morgan--Scotland's greatest living poet
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