Gathering Mushrooms (Paul Muldoon Poems)
As he knelt by the grave of his mother and fatherthe taste of dill, or tarragon-he could barely tell one ...
As he knelt by the grave of his mother and fatherthe taste of dill, or tarragon-he could barely tell one ...
Sick I am and sorrowful, how can I be well again Here, where fog and darkness is, and big guns ...
I've lit the Christmas candle,As we used to long agoWhen it shone through cabin windowsOn Holly-hedge and snow.In this fine ...
Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of ...
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