“Why Brownlee left, and where he went, Is a mystery even now. For if a man should have been content It was him; two acres of barley, One of potatoes, four bullocks, A milker, a slated farmhouse. He was last… — Paul Muldoon Copy Share Image
It's not as if I'm trying to write crossword puzzles to which one might find an answer at the back of the book or… — Paul Muldoon Copy Share Image
Living at that pitch, on that edge, is something which many poets engage in to some extent. — Paul Muldoon Copy Share Image
If the poem has no obvious destination, there's a chance that we'll be all setting off on an interesting ride. — Paul Muldoon Copy Share Image
Form is a straitjacket in the way that a straitjacket was a straitjacket for Houdini, — Paul Muldoon Copy Share Image
The other side of it is that, despite all that, people reach out to poetry at the key moments in their lives. — Paul Muldoon Copy Share Image
One will never again look at a birch tree, after the Robert Frost poem, in exactly the same way. — Paul Muldoon Copy Share Image
That's one of the great things about poetry; one realises that one does one's little turn - that you're just part of the great… — Paul Muldoon Copy Share Image
There's very little of the intentional about the business of writing poetry, as least as far as I can see. — Paul Muldoon Copy Share Image
I suppose for whatever reason I actively welcome being put down, something which perhaps goes back to my upbringing - that accusation of not… — Paul Muldoon Copy Share Image
