“People
reach out to poetry at the key moments in their lives. – Paul Muldoon
Born in Northern Ireland on this
date in 1951, Muldoon (who now lives in New York City) has written over 30
collections of poetry, winning both the Pulitzer Prize and the T. S. Eliot
Prize for his works. 
A Professor and
Founding Chair of the Lewis Center for the Arts at Princeton University, he
also has served as President of the U.K. Poetry Society and as Poetry Editor at
The New Yorker.
A Professor and
Founding Chair of the Lewis Center for the Arts at Princeton University, he
also has served as President of the U.K. Poetry Society and as Poetry Editor at
The New Yorker.
For Saturday’s Poem, here is
Muldoon’s,
Hedgehog
The
snail moves like a
Hovercraft, held up by a
Rubber cushion of itself,
Sharing its secret
With the hedgehog. The hedgehog
Shares its secret with no one.
We say, Hedgehog, come out
Of yourself and we will love you.
We mean no harm. We want
Only to listen to what
You have to say. We want
Your answers to our questions.
The hedgehog gives nothing
Away, keeping itself to itself.
We wonder what a hedgehog
Has to hide, why it so distrusts.
We forget the god
under this crown of thorns.
We forget that never again
will a god trust in the world
Hovercraft, held up by a
Rubber cushion of itself,
Sharing its secret
With the hedgehog. The hedgehog
Shares its secret with no one.
We say, Hedgehog, come out
Of yourself and we will love you.
We mean no harm. We want
Only to listen to what
You have to say. We want
Your answers to our questions.
The hedgehog gives nothing
Away, keeping itself to itself.
We wonder what a hedgehog
Has to hide, why it so distrusts.
We forget the god
under this crown of thorns.
We forget that never again
will a god trust in the world
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