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Thistle in the Wind You and Seamus at Queen's University, lounging at a table, Colloquies and logomachies Occurring. You penned panegyric Poetry about textured soils, Eskers, coulees, and shingles Of your homeland. Your beloved Irish country oft seen through A grey blanket of rain. When the rain flapped past like A sheet left on a clothesline, Both of you noted each sunset Of mauve sky deepening to a wash Of cinnamon then aubergine. You Wrote about the wood pigeon's Concerto for oboe and strings And Seamus, gulls at the pier Like attendant acolytes. You wrote of the hunger of Monarchs For milkweed and Seamus, the hunger Of frogspawn clabber in clotted water. Your poetry dealt with your blood- Soaked land, ages of violence, And the hunger of your people during The blight. You've soul-sung us, Boyo, an Irish tune, allegro, and I Sing your praises in raised, ringing, Off-key alto. |
Additional Notes:
A salute to Paul Muldoon upon winning
the 2003 Pulitzer for poetry.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2003-12-11 14:32:32
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.03279
Mell,
THIS is the one. A jewel. I love this poem! One for the TPL Hall of Fame.
Mark