Thanks for posting it, Matthew--along with this wise advisory.
I'm reproducing it once more just to add the rider below it,
for the sake of anyone new or returning to Poetryetc since
this thread began--Candice
Matthew Francis wrote:
>Here it is - sorry it took so long. Can I suggest it would be a good idea if
>you don't reproduce the poem in its entirety in your replies?
>Holy Thursday
>
>They're kindly here, to let us linger so late,
>Long after the shutters are up.
>A waiter glides from the kitchen with a plate
>Of stew, or some thick soup,
>
>And settles himself at the next table but one.
>We know, you and I, that it's over,
>That something or other has come between
>Us, whatever we are, or were.
>
>The waiter swabs his plate with bread
>And drains what's left of his wine,
>Then rearranges, one by one,
>The knife, the fork, the spoon, the napkin,
>The table itself, the chair he's simply borrowed,
>And smiles, and bows to his own absence.
>
>Paul Muldoon
(Posted to Poetryetc with the kind permission of
Paul Muldoon. All rights reserved.)
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