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Paul Muldoon's ninth collection of poems, his first since Hay (1998), finds him working a rich vein that extends from the rivery, apple-heavy County Armagh of the 1950s, in which he was brought up, to suburban New Jersey, on the banks of a canal dug by Irish navvies, where he now lives. Grounded, glistening, as gritty as they are graceful, these poems seem capable of taking in almost anything, and anybody, be it a Tuareg glimpsed on the Irish border, Bessie Smith, Marilyn Monroe, Queen Elizabeth I, a hunted hare, William Tell, William Butler Yeats, Sitting Bull, Ted Hughes, an otter, a fox, Mr. and Mrs. Stanley Joscelyne, un unearthed pit pony, a loaf of bread, an outhouse, a killdeer, Oscar Wilde, or a flock of redknots. At the heart of the book is an elegy for a miscarried child, and that elegiac tone predominates, particularly in the elegant remaking of Yeats's "A Prayer for My Daughter" with which the book concludes, where a welter of traffic signs and slogans, along with the spirits of admen, hardware storekeepers, flimflammers, fixers, and other forebears, are borne along by a hurricane-swollen canal, and private grief coincides with some of the gravest matter of our age.

Moy Sand and Gravel is the winner of the 2003 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.

Winner of the 2003 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.

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Among the few significant poets of our half-century. The Guardian

Irish poet Muldoon has written some of the most impressive and inventive verse of our time. His method might be described as mythic collage. In one of his best works, 1991's Madoc: A Mystery , readers enjoy a multilayered narrative that recalls the work of Robert Southey and Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Muldoon's latest eclectic collection concerns the intellectual life of the Irish expatriate family man. The blend of personal and historical experiences and the sonic mixture of unfamiliar Irish and American diction constitute a major feature of Muldoon's work, as evidenced in "At the Sign of the Black Horse, September 1999," or "The Grand Conversation," where "He" (a man from Ireland) tells "She" (a woman from Poland), "[W]e may yet construct our future / as we've reconstructed our past / and cry out, my love, each to each / from his or her own quicken-queach." This wonderful book presents powerful images in the author's characteristically dense and lively language. —Stephen Whited

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Stephen Whited

Irish poet Muldoon has written some of the most impressive and inventive verse of our time. His method might be described as mythic collage. In one of his best works, 1991's Madoc: A Mystery, readers enjoy a multilayered narrative that recalls the work of Robert Southey and Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Muldoon's latest eclectic collection concerns the intellectual life of the Irish expatriate family man. The blend of personal and historical experiences and the sonic mixture of unfamiliar Irish and American diction constitute a major feature of Muldoon's work, as evidenced in "At the Sign of the Black Horse, September 1999," or "The Grand Conversation," where "He" (a man from Ireland) tells "She" (a woman from Poland), "[W]e may yet construct our future / as we've reconstructed our past / and cry out, my love, each to each / from his or her own quicken-queach." This wonderful book presents powerful images in the author's characteristically dense and lively language.

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This first full volume since Muldoon's monumental Poems 1968-1998 reveals one of the English-speaking world's most acclaimed poets still at the top of his slippery, virtuosic game. Born in Northern Ireland, for more than a decade Muldoon has lived, taught and raised a family in Princeton, N.J. Hay (1998) showed Muldoon incorporating his wife's Jewish-American heritage, and his life as a father, into a poetics previously noted for its formal complexity, its shaggy-dog-story narratives, and its interest in Irish history. This substantial collection furthers Hay's subjects. It succeeds with fast-paced poems of suburban observation and whimsical memory in difficult forms: some inherited (terza rima, sestina, tercets, haiku, catechism, Yeats's "Prayer for My Daughter" stanza), others invented (a sonnet, each of whose first 12 lines ends in "draw"). Occasional poems return to the Irish Troubles Muldoon has long, off and on, described: "A Brief Discourse on Decommissioning" explains "you can't make bricks without the straw that breaks the camel's back." The book's most serious poems ground themselves instead in Muldoon's household. "The Stoic" meditates on a miscarriage "our child already lost from view before it had quite come into range," while the long closing poem places Muldoon's young son Asher in a context that combines Irish and Jewish history with Victorian wilderness stories, lines cribbed from Yeats, and Muldoon's own comic postures: "I, the so-called Goy from the Moy." A few of Muldoon's translations (Horace, Caedmon, Montale) seem slight, and several poems rely, perhaps too heavily, on allusions to Muldoon's own previous work; take those out, though, and what remains is a complicated network of verse declarations, stunts and depictions that may be fun for, and turn out to describe, a whole family. (Oct.) Forecast: If Muldoon is coasting a little here, his work still outshines most of his competition, and will draw regular readers back. These poems should work extremely well at readings, and should win readers grappling with similar issues of multiethnic parenthood. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.

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Following on the heels of Poems 1968-1998, Muldoon's latest volume exhibits a tantalizing mix of dichotomies. The language of rural Ireland (where he was raised) cohabits with that of a professor at both Princeton and Oxford. First, consider "moy" in the title: the OED defines it as an adjective meaning "mild, gentle; demure; also, affected in manners, prim" or as a noun, meaning a "measure for salt; bushel." And all the words that follow are chosen with equal care for heightened ambiguity. Munificence is juxtaposed with munitions, while aunts is rhymed with taunts and fuss with orthodox, almost daring readers to roll and twist the words in their mouths. The poet convincingly joins such disparate elements as guns and butter in these narratives, using unfamiliar imagery and missing pieces, reminiscent of John Ashbery's poetry. Even when he's writing about the familiar, as in his masterly love poem "As," he alerts readers to new ways of seeing the world around them. The use of traditional forms might well make this book accessible to those not accustomed to reading poetry. An important purchase for all libraries. Rochelle Ratner, formerly with "Soho Weekly News," New York

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ISBN-13: 9780374528843
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Publication date: 4/15/2004
Edition description: First Edition
Edition number: 1
Pages: 120
Sales rank: 700,619
Product dimensions: 5.04 (w) x 7.94 (h) x 0.32 (d)

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Paul Muldoon is the author of eight previous books of poetry, collected in Poems 1968-1998 (FSG, 2001). He teaches at Princeton University and is Professor of Poetry at the University of Oxford.

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MOY SAND AND GRAVEL

By PAUL MULDOON

FARRAR, STRAUS AND GIROUX

Chapter One

HARD DRIVE With my back to the wall and a foot in the door and my shoulder to the wheel I would drive through Seskinore. With an ear to the ground and my neck on the block I would tend to my wound in Belleek and Bellanaleck. With a toe in the water and a nose for trouble and an eye to the future I would drive through Derryfubble and Dunnamanagh and Ballynascreen, keeping that wound green. UNAPPROVED ROAD I When we came to the customs post at Aughnacloy, as at Cullaville or Pettigoe, I was holding my breath as if I might yet again be about to go underwater ... The fortieth anniversary of 1916 had somehow fizzled out, the New Year's Eve attack on Brookeborough ending in the deaths of O'Hanlon and South, while Dev was likely to bring back internment without trial ... As we drew level with the leveled shack I was met by another black-coated, long fellow, though he wore a sky-blue winding-cloth or scarf wrapped round his mouth and nose, leaving only a slit for him to peer through. II "In the late fifties I was looking for a place," he nestled his coffee cup on its zarf and turned to me, thirty years later, in Rotterdam ... "An ancestral place ... A place my ancestors knew as Scairbh na gCaorach." "Scairbh na gCaorach," I chewed on my foul madams, "is now better known as`Emyvale' though the Irish name means 'the sheep-steeps' or `the rampart of rams.'" "`Rampart of rams?' That makes sense. It was the image of an outcrop of shale with a particularly sheer drop that my ancestors, the 'people of the veil,' held before them as they drove their flocks from tier to tier through Algeria, Mali, and Libya all the way up to Armagh, Monaghan, and Louth with-you'll like this-a total disregard for any frontier." III "Patrick Regan?" A black-coated R.U.C. man was unwrapping a scarf from his mouth and flicking back and forth from my uncle's license to his face. "Have you any news of young Sean South? The last I heard he was suffering from a bad case of lead poisoning. Maybe he's changed his name to Gone West?" I knew rightly he could trace us by way of that bottle of Redbreast under my seat, that carton of Players, that bullion chest of butter. I knew rightly we'd fail each and every test they might be preparing behind the heavy iron shutters even now being raised aloft by men carrying belt saws and blowtorches and bolt cutters. IV As he turned to me again, thirty years later in Rotterdam, the Tuareg doffed his sky-blue scarf. "Back in those days I saw no risk in sleeping under hedges. As a matter of fact I preferred a thorn hedge to a hayloft because-you'll like this-it reminded me of the tamarisks along the salt route into Timbuktu." He crossed his forearms lightly under his armpits as if he might be about to frisk himself, then smiled as he handed me the sky-blue winding-cloth and a dunking water gourd. "It had been my understanding that Scairbh na gCaorach meant `the crossing of ewes' for scairbh means not 'a ledge' but 'a ford' or, more specifically, `a shallow ford.'" And he immediately set off at a jog trot down an unapproved road near Aughnacloy or Swanlinbar or Lifford. V "It had always been my sense," I hear him still, "that the goat fades into the goad and the spur fades into the flank and the fastness fades into no fixed abode and the Black Pig's Dyke fades into the piggy bank and your Hams fade into your Japheths and the point fades into the point-blank and the Gristal fades into the crystal meths where the ends somehow begin to fade into the means and the sheugh fades into the shibboleth and the timbre fades into the tambourine and the quiddity fades into the quid pro quo and-you'll like this, I know-the bourne fades into the boreen." MOY SAND AND GRAVEL To come out of the Olympic Cinema and be taken aback by how, in the time it took a dolly to travel along its little track to the point where two movie stars' heads had come together smackety-smack and their kiss filled the whole screen, those two great towers directly across the road at Moy Sand and Gravel had already washed, at least once, what had flowed or been dredged from the Blackwater's bed and were washing it again, load by load, as if washing might make it clean. THE MISFITS If and when I did look up, the sky over the Moy was the very same gray-blue as the slow lift of steam-smoke over the seam of manure on a midwinter morning. I noticed the splash of red lead on my left boot as again and again I would bend my knee and bury my head in the rich black earth the way an ostrich was rumored to bury its head. My hands were blue with cold. Again and again I would bend to my left and lift by one handle a creel of potatoes-King Edwards, gray as lead- mined from what would surely seem to any nine- or ten-year-old an inexhaustible seam. My father wore a bag-apron that read, in capital letters, RICH. My own capital idea, meanwhile, had sunk like a lead balloon. "Blow all you like," my father turned on me. "Talk till you're blue in the face. I won't let you take a lift from the Monk. Blow all you like. I won't bend." The Monk had spent twenty-odd years as a priest in South Bend, his face priest-smooth except for a deep seam in his left cheek. Fred Grew said something strange about how he liked to "lift his shirttail." Jack Grimley chipped in with how he was "ostrich-sized" because he once lent Joe Corr a book called Little Boy Blue. When Fred Grew remarked on his having "no lead in his pencil," I heard myself say, cool as cool, "I think you've all been misled." At which the RICHARDSON'S TWO-SWARD suddenly began to unbend in that distinctive pale blue lettering as the seam of his bag-apron unstitched itself and my father turned on me again: "That's rich, all right. If you think, after that, I'd let the Monk give you a lift into the Moy to see Montgomery bloody Clift you've another think coming. I'll give him two barrels full of twelve-gauge lead if he comes anywhere near you. Bloody popinjay. Peacock. Ostrich." All I could think of was how the Monk was now no more likely to show me how to bend that note on the guitar-"like opening a seam straight into your heart"-when he played Bessie Smith's "Cold in Hand Blues" than an ostrich to bend its lead-plumed wings and, with its two-toed foot, rip out the horizon seam and lift off, somehow, into the blue.

Excerpted from MOY SAND AND GRAVEL by PAUL MULDOON Copyright © 2002 by Paul Muldoon
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	Hard Drive	3
	Unapproved Road	4
	Moy Sand and Gravel	9
	The Misfits	10
	The Braggart	13
	The Whinny	14
	A Collegelands Catechism	16
	Beagles	18
	Tell	19
	Guns and Butter	21
	One Last Draw of the Pipe	22
	Caedmon's Hymn	24
	Paul Valery: Pomegranates	25
	Pineapples and Pomegranates	26
	Winter Wheat	27
	Herm	29
	Whitethorns	31
	Affairs of State	32
	The Otter	33
	John Luke: The Fox	34
	Anthony Green: The Second Marriage	35
	As	36
	The Stoic	41
	Famous First Words	43
	The Grand Conversation	45
	On	47
	An Old Pit Pony	48
	Summer Coal	49
	The Loaf	51
	The Outhouse	53
	News Headlines from the Homer Noble Farm	54
	The Killdeer	61
	Horace: Two Odes	62
	Eugenio Montale: The EEL	66
	When Aifric and I Put in at that Little Creek	68
	The Ancestor	70
	Homesickness	71
	Two Stabs at Oscar	73
	The Breather	75
	The Goose	76
	A Brief Discourse on Decommissioning	78
	The Turn	79
	Redknots	82
	Cradle Song for Asher	83
	At the Sign of the Black Horse, September 1999	84
	Acknowledgments	107

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