Paul Muldoon

(20 June 1951 / County Armagh / Northern Ireland)

The Frog - Poem by Paul Muldoon

Comes to mind as another small
amongst the rubble.
His eye matches exactly the bubble
in my spirit-level.
I set aside hammer and chisel
and take him on the trowel.

The entire population of Ireland
springs from a pair left to stand
overnight in a pond
in the gardens of Trinity College,
two bottle of wine left there to chill
after the Act of Union.

There is, surely, in this story
a moral. A moral for our times.
What if I put him to my head
and squeezed it out of him,
like the juice of freshly squeezed limes,
or a lemon sorbet?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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