Erin Mouré

(17 April 1955 / Calgary / Alberta / Canada)

The Chord - Poem by Erin Mouré

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

Steals a its way

harm's imbrogliatic murmur
to concatenate

has been "said"
a mortal habitation or cut in air

that air leaks through

here too

***

Tricked again out of
hope's chord

The oscillatory hum in the head, or
amygdala

continual reaction in the wet mouth to
old oranges, or

mistakes in form
"I retain a clear memory of afternoon light."

A vertebra unfolds its wing, its smallest
wing, the pleasure particulate of such a wing

(harp's corde)

a our mycelium


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Comments about The Chord by Erin Mouré

  • Silver Star - 3,367 Points K.c. Ford (6/13/2015 11:11:00 AM)

    Anyone know what this poem is on about, even if you understand the meaning of some of the words used?

    My conclusion is...........waffle. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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