Biography of Erin Belieu
Erin Belieu is an American poet
She graduated from Boston University, and Ohio State University with an MFA. She taught at Washington University, Boston University, Kenyon College, and Ohio University. She teaches at Florida State University.
Belieu is the author of three collections of poetry. Her first book, Infanta (1995), was a winner of the Nationa Poetry Series, selected by Hayden Carruth. Infanta was also chosen as a best book of the year by The Washington Post and Library Journal.
Her second collection, One Above & One Below, was the winner of the Midland Authors Prize in poetry and the Ohioana prize, and her most recent collection, Black Box, was a finalist in 2007 for the Los Angeles Times Book Prize. She is presently Director of The Graduate Creative Writing Program at Florida State University.
Belieu is also the coeditor of The Extraordinary Tide, an anthology published by Columbia University Press that features the work of contemporary American women poets. She has worked extensively in literary publishing and was previously the managing and poetry editor for AGNI magazine, as well as the founding editor of Hotel Amerika.
In addition to her writing, editing, and teacher, Erin Belieu is the co-founder and co-director of VIDA, a literary organization that seeks to explore critical and cultural perceptions of writing by women through meaningful conversation and the exchange of ideas among existing and emerging literary communities.
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Erin Belieu Poems
From On Being Fired Again
I've known the pleasures of being fired at least eleven times— most notably by Larry who found my snood
Against Writing About Children
When I think of the many people who privately despise children, I can't say I'm completely shocked,
The Hideous Chair
This hideous, upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromed in places, design possibility for the future canned ham.
Another Poem For Mothers
Mother, I'm trying to write a poem to you—
Georgic On Memory
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might forgo.
Legend Of The Albino Farm
Omaha, Nebraska They do not sleep nights but stand between rows of glowing corn and cabbages grown on acres past
Some of us are chum. Some of us are the come-hither
Rondeau At The Train Stop
It bothers me: the genital smell of the bay drifting toward me on the T stop, the train circling the city like a dingy, year-round Christmas display. The Puritans were right! Sin
For Catherine: Juana, Infanta Of Navarre
Ferdinand was systematic when he drove his daughter mad. With a Casanova's careful art, he moved slowly,
Dum Spiro Spero
Come, Lord, and lift the fallen bird Abandoned on the ground; The soul bereft and longing so To have the lost be found…
I Heart Your Dog's Head
I'm watching football, which is odd as I hate football in a hyperbolic and clinically revealing way, but I hate Bill Parcells more,
Field is pause field is plot field is red chigger bump where the larvae feed corn wig curled in your ear. Field cares not a fig for your resistance though kindly gently lay your
at the altarpiece of Saint Teresa No need to be coy— you know what she's doing
at the altarpiece of Saint Teresa
No need to be coy—
you know what
And so did Bernini,
when he found Teresa