The Grand Conversation - Paul Muldoon

[Larry Robinson]

Thank you for introducing me to him!

> On Jun 10, 2023, at 5:01 AM, Larry Robinson <Lrobpoet at sonic.net> wrote:
> 
> The Grand Conversation
> 
> She. My people came from Korelitz
> where they grew yellow cucumbers
> and studied the Talmud.
> He. Mine pored over the mud
> of mangold- and potato-pits
> or flicked through kale plants from Comber
> as bibliomancers of old
> went a-flicking through deckle-mold.
> 
> She. Mine would lie low in the shtetl
> when they heard the distant thunder
> stolen by the Cossacks.
> He. It was potato sacks
> lumped together on a settle
> mine found themselves lying under,
> the Peep O'Day Boys from Loughgall
> making Defenders of us all.
> 
> She. Mine once controlled the sugar trade
> from the islets of Langerhans
> and were granted the deed
> to Charlottesville. He. Indeed?
> My people called a spade a spade
> and were admitted to the hanse
> of pike- and pickax-men, shovels
> leaning to their lean-to hovels.
> 
> She. Mine were trained to make a suture
> after the bomb and the bombast
> have done their very worst.
> He. Between fearsad and verst
> we may yet construct our future
> as we've reconstructed our past
> and cry out, my love, each to each
> from his or her own quicken-queach.
> 
> She. Each from his stand of mountain ash
> will cry out over valley farms
> spotlit with pear blossom.
> He. There some young Absalom
> picks his way through cache after cache
> of ammunition and small arms
> hidden in grain wells, while his nag
> tugs at a rein caught on a snag.
> 
> 	- Paul Muldoon
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