'Moy Sand and Gravel': Darkness at Muldoon
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...''Moy Sand and Gravel,'' Muldoon's ninth book of poems in 20 years, shimmers with play, the play of mind, the play of recondite information over ordinary experience, the play of observation and sensuous detail, of motion upon custom, of Irish and English languages and landscapes, of meter and rhyme. Sure enough, everything Muldoon thinks of makes him think of something else, and poem after poem takes the form of linked association. [NYTimes:Books]
...''Moy Sand and Gravel,'' Muldoon's ninth book of poems in 20 years, shimmers with play, the play of mind, the play of recondite information over ordinary experience, the play of observation and sensuous detail, of motion upon custom, of Irish and English languages and landscapes, of meter and rhyme. Sure enough, everything Muldoon thinks of makes him think of something else, and poem after poem takes the form of linked association. [NYTimes:Books]
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