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Yet my eye is drawn once again, Almost against its wishes, To the figure in the shadows, Willowy, and clean-shaven, As if he simply wandered in Between mending that fuse And washing the breakfast dishes. --from "The Bearded Woman, by Ribera" Sven Birkerts has said, "It is not usual for a poet of Muldoon's years to have an oeuvre disclosing significant shifts and evolutions. But Muldoon, more than most, is an artist in high flight from self-repetition and the deadening business of living up to created expectations." The body of work in Poems 1968-1998--a comprehensive gathering of Paul Muldoon's eight volumes---finds a great poet reinventing himself and recreating the business of poetry. The thirty-year effort of Muldoon's career thus far, is altogether like a fascinatingly mutable climate in which each freshening period brings---as his first collection was predictively titled---new weather.