Milkweed and Monarch (Paul Muldoon Poems)
The rain comes flapping through the yardlike a tablecloth that she hand-embroidered.My mother has left it on the line.It is ...
The rain comes flapping through the yardlike a tablecloth that she hand-embroidered.My mother has left it on the line.It is ...
As he knelt by the grave of his mother and fatherthe taste of dill, or tarragon-he could barely tell one ...
I.I gave you back my claim on the mining townand the rich vein we once worked,the tumble downfrom a sluice ...
In memory of Michael AllenThe height of one stall at odds with the next in your grandfather's byrewhere cattle allowed ...
The snail moves like aHovercraft, held up by aRubber cushion of itself,Sharing its secretWith the hedgehog. The hedgehogShares its secret ...
Now that we've come to the end I've been trying to piece it together, Not that distance makes anything clearer. ...
Although I have never learned to mow I suddenly found myself half-way through last year's pea-sticks and cauliflower stalks in ...
Seven o'clock. The seventh day of the seventh month of the year. No sooner have I got myself up in ...
He opens the scullery door, and a sudden rush of wind, as raw as raw, brushes past him as he ...
Comes to mind as another small upheaval amongst the rubble. His eye matches exactly the bubble in my spirit-level. I ...
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