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

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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  • Silver Star - 3,751 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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