I think there is much here that is brilliant, even genius. I admire the length of the poem, the difficult stanza, the coherence of the poem. I do not admire some of the sloppiest attempts at rhyme, which is neither slant nor rhyme, clear/years/dear in the very first stanza, fer chrissakes. I do not admire some of the enjambments which are used to undercut the flow of the poem and say to me, hey I'm just joking around here. But that's Muldoon, whose 800 poems only joke around. The last three lines are great.
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