Extraordinary Rendition (Paul Muldoon Poems)
I.I gave you back my claim on the mining townand the rich vein we once worked,the tumble downfrom a sluice ...
I.I gave you back my claim on the mining townand the rich vein we once worked,the tumble downfrom a sluice ...
Where were the greenhouses going,Lunging into the lashingWind driving waterSo far down the riverAll the faucets stopped?-So we drained the ...
Take a chair by the fireplace, mister. Pull up, s'r, pull up to the blaze!Cheerfuler some than an air-tight, hey? ...
summer - enclosed in a semi-dark cuplocked with nine locksscribbled on graph paper squaresin a quick hand, chicken scratch, you'd ...
I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them. They that sit in the gate speak ...
Freshly tilled soil, rot on the forest floor chocolate bubbling on the stove Gardenias, violets, garlic breath Sulphur of the ...
Satchmo's warm burlap, Duke's cool cashmere: fine fabrics make your love "Come here!" (James A. Emanuel)
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter, Out of black bean and wet slate bread, Out of the acids ...
Four bright steel crosses, universal joints, plucked out of the burlap sack -- "the heart of the drive train," the ...
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