Erin Mouré

(17 April 1955 / Calgary / Alberta / Canada)

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  • ibn Ali (6/13/2015 9:15:00 PM)

    Nice poem

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  • Abdul Samad Abdul Samad (5/1/2014 3:48:00 AM)

    Of course, it is a nice poem, from which we feel a difference.

Best Poem of Erin Mouré

The Cold

There was a cold
In which

A line of water across the chest risen
(dream)

Impetuate, or
Impetuates

Orthograph you cherish, a hand her
Of doubt importance

Her imbroglio the winnowing of ever
Does establish

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)

Echolalic fear
Her arm or name in French says "smooth"

A wine-dark seam inside the head, this ...

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A Real Motorcycle

Unspeakable. The word that fills up the
poem, that the head
tries to excise.
At 6 a.m., the wet lion. Its sewn plush face
on the porch rail in the rain.
Heavy rains later, & maybe a thunderstorm.
12 or 13 degrees.

Inside: an iris, candle, poster of the

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