<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477970" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gathering Mushrooms</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As he knelt by the grave of his mother and father<br>the taste of dill, or tarragon-<br>he could barely tell one from the other-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">filled his mouth. It seemed as if he might smother.<br>Why should he be stricken<br>with grief, not for his mother and father, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but a woman slinking from the fur of a sea-otter<br>In Portland, Maine, or, yes, Portland, Oregon-<br>he could barely tell one from the other-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and why should he now savour<br>the tang of her, her little pickled gherkin, <br>as he knelt by the grave of his mother and father? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looked about. He remembered her palaver<br>on how both earth and sky would darken-<br>'You could barely tell one from the other'-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while the Monarch butterflies passed over<br>in their milkweed-hunger: 'A wing-beat, some reckon, <br>may trigger off the mother and father</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of all storms, striking your Irish Cliffs of Moher<br>with the force of a hurricane.'<br>Then: 'Milkweed and Monarch 'invented' each other.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looked about. Cow's-parsley in a samovar.<br>He'd mistaken his mother's name, 'Regan, ' for Anger'; <br>as he knelt by the grave of his mother and father<br>he could barely tell one from the other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Muldoon">Paul Muldoon</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477970" data-title="Gathering Mushrooms de Paul Muldoon" data-description="As he knelt by the grave of his mother and father the taste of dill, or tarragon- he could barely tell one from the other- filled his mouth. It seemed as if he might smother. Why should he be stricken with grief, not for his mother and father, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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