Paul Muldoon

Paul Muldoon


Wayside Shrines

I

Doomed as I was to follow a big rig
laden with pigs and a wrecker with its intermittent strobe
I was all the more conscious of piles of rock
marking the scene of a crash,
some with handwritten notes, others a cache
of snapshots in a fogged-up globe.

Even a makeshift mobile may see off one of Calder’s
and the path among the alders
pan out like a prom-queen’s occipital lobe,
yet nothing can confirm one’s sense of being prized
like another’s being anathematized.


Poems by Paul Muldoon

Quoof

Aisling

Mules

Wayside Shrinnes  

Wayside Shrines
(Available as a broadside.)

The Poetry Center at SMITH COLLEGE
Smith College