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 ...
Paul Muldoon Poems (22 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
A Dent (Paul Muldoon Poems)
In memory of Michael AllenThe height of one stall at odds with the next in your grandfather's byrewhere cattle allowed ...
Hedgehog (Paul Muldoon Poems)
The snail moves like aHovercraft, held up by aRubber cushion of itself,Sharing its secretWith the hedgehog. The hedgehogShares its secret ...
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 ...
Promises, Promises (Paul Muldoon Poems)
I am stretched out under the lean-to Of an old tobacco-shed On a farm in North Carolina. A cardinal sings ...
Cuba (Paul Muldoon Poems)
My eldest sister arrived home that morning In her white muslin evening dress. 'Who the hell do you think you ...
Anseo (Paul Muldoon Poems)
When the master was calling the roll At the primary school in Collegelands, You were meant to call back Anseo ...
The Avenue (Paul Muldoon Poems)
Now that we've come to the end I've been trying to piece it together, Not that distance makes anything clearer. ...
The Birth (Paul Muldoon Poems)
Seven o'clock. The seventh day of the seventh month of the year. No sooner have I got myself up in ...
Tell (Paul Muldoon Poems)
He opens the scullery door, and a sudden rush of wind, as raw as raw, brushes past him as he ...
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 ...
The Sightseers (Paul Muldoon Poems)
My father and mother, my brother and sister and I, with uncle Pat, our dour best-loved uncle, had set out ...
Truce (Paul Muldoon Poems)
It begins with one or two soldiers And one or two following With hampers over their shoulders. They might be ...
Aisling (Paul Muldoon Poems)
I was making my way home late one night this summer, when I staggered into a snow drift. Her eyes ...
Why Brownlee Left (Paul Muldoon Poems)
Why Brownlee left, and where he went, Is a mystery even now. For if a man should have been content ...
Pineapples And Pomegranates (Paul Muldoon Poems)
To think that, as a boy of thirteen, I would grapple with my first pineapple, its exposed breast setting itself ...
Immrama (Paul Muldoon Poems)
I, too, have trailed my father's spirit From the mud-walled cabin behind the mountain Where he was born and bred, ...
Christo’s (Paul Muldoon Poems)
Two Workmen were carrying a sheet of asbestos down the main street of Dingle; it must have been nailed, at ...
Cows (Paul Muldoon Poems)
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
The Coney (Paul Muldoon Poems)
Although I have never learned to mow I suddenly found myself half-way through last year's pea-sticks and cauliflower stalks in ...