Erin Mouré Poems
|1.||An endnote and love song:||3/23/2017|
|3.||[I ll never master the art of poetry]||3/23/2017|
|4.||[Lisbon is sleeping]||3/23/2017|
|5.||[I can t sleep for grief]||3/23/2017|
|6.||[My eyes, not seeing you]||3/23/2017|
|7.||[It was at the fountain where I washed my curls]||3/23/2017|
|8.||[I m not pleading any thread of love]||3/23/2017|
|9.||[I m going to walk to the mountain]||3/23/2017|
|10.||Theatre of the Green Leira (Mandúa)||3/23/2017|
|11.||Theatre of the Stone Chapel (Abades)||3/23/2017|
|12.||Theatre of the Hope of a Cebola (Santiso)||3/23/2017|
|13.||Theatre of the Millo Seco (Botos)||3/23/2017|
|14.||Theatre of the Stones that Ran (Fontao, 1943)||3/23/2017|
|15.||Theatre of the Peito (Santiso)||3/23/2017|
|16.||Theatre of the Confluence (A Carixa)||3/23/2017|
|17.||Theatre of the Calzada (Reboredo)||3/23/2017|
|18.||The Grammar Of The Dog||3/23/2017|
|19.||A Real Motorcycle||3/28/2012|
|20.||An Endnote And Love Song:||11/20/2014|
There was a cold
A line of water across the chest risen
Orthograph you cherish, a hand her
Of doubt importance
Her imbroglio the winnowing of ever
An imbroglio, ever
she does repeatedly declare
to no cold end
Admonish wit, at wit's end, where "wit" is
The cold of which
her azul gaze impart a stuttered pool
Memoria address me here (green)
Her arm or name in French says "smooth"
A wine-dark seam inside the head, this ...
The Grammar Of The Dog
I have a little dog of water
It is just a little peg
my dog of water
Do you see it
so worn down across the field
nosing low in the bended grasses?
It is my dog of water.
Each leaf of grass dips a scarf into its passing.
Even the grass today is running.
Even the grass today touches the dog of water.