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\nA mayfly taking off from a spike of mullein
\nwould blunder into Deichtine’s mouth to become Cuchulainn,
\nCuchulainn who had it within him to steer clear
\nof a battlefield on the shaft of his own spear,
\nhis own spear from which he managed to augur
\nthe fate of that part-time cataloguer,
\nthat cataloguer who might yet transcend the crush
\nas its own tumult transcends the thrush,
\nthe thrush that’s known to have tipped off avalanches
\nfrom the larch’s lowest branches,
\nthe lowest branches of the larch
\nthat model themselves after a triumphal arch,
\na triumphal arch made of the femora
\nof a woman who’s even now filed under Ephemera<\/i>.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\nMaggot<\/i><\/a> is the eleventh volume of poems from Paul Muldoon, who’s currently serving as the poetry editor at The New Yorker<\/i>. In that capacity, he’s taking part in a charity auction for Housing Initiatives of Princeton<\/a>, offering himself up as three separate prizes: you could get a private reading of some of his poems; you could get a one-on-one consult about your own verse; you might even try for the guided tour of the New Yorker<\/i> offices. The bidding runs through October 28, 2010, with a party at Princeton’s Present Day Club two nights later.<\/p>\n