Moy Sand and Gravel: Poems
By Paul Muldoon
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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.
Paul Muldoon
Paul Muldoon is the Pulitzer Prize-winning author of Moy Sand and Gravel, Hay, and The Annals of Chile, among other noteworthy poetry collections. A former Professor of Poetry at the University of Oxford, he is currently Howard G. B. Clark '21 Professor in the Humanities at Princeton University and lives in Princeton, New Jersey.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5bemusing but marvellous, I love especially the 1st sestina, The Misfits, which is a marvel of cheeky rhyme and rule-bending (as ever)
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Moy Sand and Gravel - Paul Muldoon
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