Holy Thursday (Paul Muldoon Poems)
They're kindly here, to let us linger so late, Long after the shutters are up. A waiter glides from the ...
Paul Muldoon Poems on Wine (2 Poems)
The Frog (Paul Muldoon Poems)
Comes to mind as another small upheaval amongst the rubble. His eye matches exactly the bubble in my spirit-level. I ...