Friday Poetry Blogging: Paul Muldoon
I knew nothing about Paul Muldoon when I ran across this poem in an anthology (I said I wasn't a poetry person, right?). I have been using it in classes ever since. It's fantastic: brief, but so packed full of meaning and so meticulously crafted that I usually spend at least an entire hour unpacking it with my students.
The Lass of Aughrim
On a tributary of the Amazon
an Indian boy
steps out of the forest
and strikes up on a flute.
Imagine my delight
when we cut the outboard motor
and I recognize the strains
of The Lass of Aughrim.
'He hopes,' Jesus explains,
'to charm
fish from the water
on what was the tibia
of a priest
from a long-abandoned Mission.'
The Lass of Aughrim
On a tributary of the Amazon
an Indian boy
steps out of the forest
and strikes up on a flute.
Imagine my delight
when we cut the outboard motor
and I recognize the strains
of The Lass of Aughrim.
'He hopes,' Jesus explains,
'to charm
fish from the water
on what was the tibia
of a priest
from a long-abandoned Mission.'
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