a range of dramatic personae to shame Robert Browning, and a territory that stretches from Glasgow to Venus: Edwin Morgan, who died in August, is not a poet we can hope to pin down. He is distinguished chiefly by the speed and fluency of his line: his cadences emerge from a nervy, self-correcting responsiveness that keeps the world on the bounce. "O what a whack of a black of a sleek sweet cheeky tail in its big blue den/Of water! There were no bears then!"from The Guardian: Dreams and Other Nightmares: New and Uncollected Poems 1954-2009 by Edwin Morgan--review
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