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Promises, Promises

by Paul Muldoon

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 grass
I might be the picture of happiness.
Yet I am utterly bereft
Of the low hills, the open-ended sky,
The wave upon wave of pasture
Rolling in, and just as surely
Falling short of my bare feet.
Whatever is passing is passing me by.

I am with Raleigh, near the Atlantic,
Where we have built a stockade
Around our little colony.
Give him his scallop-shell of quiet,
His staff of faith to walk upon,
His scrip of joy, immortal diet-
We are some eighty souls
On whom Raleigh will hoist his sails.
He will return, years afterwards,
To wonder where and why
We might have altogether disappeared,
Only to glimpse us here and there
As one fair strand in her braid,
The blue in an Indian girl's dead eye.

I am stretched out under the lean-to
Of an old tobacco-shed
On a farm in North Carolina,
When someone or other, warm, naked,
Stirs within my own skeleton
And stands on tip-toe to look out
Over the horizon,
Through the zones, across the Ocean.
The cardinal sings from a redbud
For the love of one slender and shy,
The flight after flight of stairs
To her room in Bayswater,
The damson freckle on her throat
That I kissed when we kissed Goodbye.


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  Translations for this Poem
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  Poems by Paul Muldoon
  1. Aisling
  2. Anseo
  3. Christos
  4. Cows
  5. Cuba
  6. Holy Thursday
  7. Immrama
  8. Pineapples And Pomegranates
  9. Promises Promises
  10. Tell
  11. The Avenue
  12. The Birth
  13. The Coney
  14. The Frog
  15. The Sightseers
  16. Truce
  17. Why Brownlee Left
 
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  Patrick Kavanagh 
  Paul Celan 
  Paul Muldoon 
  Philip Freneau 
  Philip Larkin 
  Philip Levine 
  Phillis Wheatley 
  Primo Levi 
   

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