Paul Muldoon Poems (22 Poems)
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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 sodden with rain.The mushroom shed is windowless, wide,its high-stacked wooden trayshosed down with formaldehyde.And my father has opened the gates … Continue reading
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 from the other- filled his mouth. It seemed as if he might smother.Why should he be strickenwith grief, not for … Continue reading
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 box that irked you so much, the narrow gaugethat opened up to one and allwhen it ran out at … Continue reading
A Dent (Paul Muldoon Poems)
In memory of Michael Allen The height of one stall at odds with the next in your grandfather’s byrewhere cattle allowed themselves to speak only at Yulegave but little sense of why you taught us to admirethe capacity of a … Continue reading
Hedgehog (Paul Muldoon Poems)
The snail moves like aHovercraft, held up by aRubber cushion of itself,Sharing its secret With the hedgehog. The hedgehogShares its secret with no one.We say, Hedgehog, come outOf yourself and we will love you. We mean no harm. We wantOnly … Continue reading
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 distant tingle of water into a trough. In the past half-hour-since a cattle truck all but sent us shuffling off … Continue reading
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 our half-acre of garden. My father had always left the whetstone safely wrapped in his old, tweed cap and balanced … Continue reading
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 kitchen with a plate Of stew, or some thick soup, And settles himself at the next table but one. We … Continue reading
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 from the dogwood For the love of marijuana. His song goes over my head. There is such splendour in the … Continue reading
Cuba (Paul Muldoon Poems)
My eldest sister arrived home that morning In her white muslin evening dress. ‘Who the hell do you think you are Running out to dances in next to nothing? As though we hadn’t enough bother With the world at war, … Continue reading
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