Erin Mouré Poems

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
...

There was a cold
In which

A line of water across the chest risen
...

Courageous lair "might prevail"
Waking up to her your "yellow coal"

Steals a its way
...

1. And if you were to leave me for my faults
2. I'd not defend my lameness, walking halt
3. and from my trust I would elide your
...

I ll never master the art of poetry. I
have these words: sadness and tears!
...

I can t sleep for grief.
I can t sleep for longing.
I can t sleep for wanting happiness!
Mother, how will I live.
...

It was at the fountain where I washed my curls,
Mother, and where I did loosen them
and me
oh lucent
...

I m not pleading any thread of love
until I see you.

I m not plaiting my hair above
until the sea brings you.
...

I m going to walk to the mountain. As if
we could meet there!

First I must dream the mountain
...

Is bad weather coming
how would we know
Is bad weather coming
call everyone
...