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This poem is taken from PN Review 119, Volume 24 Number 3, January - February 1998.

Long Finish Paul Muldoon

Ten years since we were married, since we stood
under a chuppah of pine-boughs
in the middle of a little pinewood
and exchanged our wedding-vows.
Save me, good thou,
a piece of marchpane, while I fill your glass with Simi
Chardonnay as high as decency allows,
and then some.

Bear with me now as I myself must bear
the scrutiny of a bottle of wine
that boasts of hints of plum and pear,
its muscadine
tempered by an oak backbone. I myself have designs
on the willow-boss
of your breast, on all your waist confines
between longing and loss.

The wonder is that we somehow have withstood
the soars and slumps in the Dow
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