Erin Belieu
For Catherine: Juana, Infanta Of Navarre by Erin Belieu

For Catherine: Juana, Infanta Of Navarre by Erin Belieu

Ferdinand was systematic whenhe drove his daughter mad.With a Casanova's careful art,he moved slowly,stole only one child at a timethrough tunnels specially dugbehind the walls of ...

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Georgic On Memory by Erin Belieu

Georgic On Memory by Erin Belieu

Make your daily monument the Ego,use a masochist's epistemologyof shame and dog-eared certaintythat others less exacting might forgo.If memory's an elephant, then feedthe animal. ...

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Another Poem For Mothers by Erin Belieu

Another Poem For Mothers by Erin Belieu

Mother, I'm tryingto writea poem to you—which is how mostpoems to mothers mustbegin—or, What I've wantedto say, Mother...but weas children of mothers,even when mothers ...

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Legend Of The Albino Farm by Erin Belieu

Legend Of The Albino Farm by Erin Belieu

Omaha, Nebraska They do not sleep nightsbut stand betweenrows of glowing corn andcabbages grown on acres pastthe edge of the city.Surrendered flags,their nightgowns furl andunfurl ...

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The Hideous Chair by Erin Belieu

The Hideous Chair by Erin Belieu

This hideous,upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromedin places, design possibilityfor the future canned ham.Its geniuswonderful, circa I993.I've assumed a great many things:the ...

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From On Being Fired Again by Erin Belieu

From On Being Fired Again by Erin Belieu

I've known the pleasures of beingfired at least eleven times—most notably by Larry who found my snoodunsuitable, another time by Jack,whom I was sleeping with. Poor ...

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Against Writing About Children by Erin Belieu

Against Writing About Children by Erin Belieu

When I think of the many peoplewho privately despise children,I can't say I'm completely shocked,having been one. I was notexceptional, uncomfortable as that isto admit, and most ...

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Field by Erin Belieu

Field by Erin Belieu

Field is pause field is plot field is red chigger bump wherethe larvae feed corn wig curled in your ear. Field cares nota fig for your resistance though kindly gently ...

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I Heart Your Dog’s Head by Erin Belieu

I Heart Your Dog’s Head by Erin Belieu

I'm watching football, which is odd asI hate footballin a hyperbolic and clinically revealing way,but I hate Bill Parcells more,because he is the illuminated manuscriptof cruel, ...

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Dum Spiro Spero by Erin Belieu

Dum Spiro Spero by Erin Belieu

Come, Lord, and lift the fallen bird Abandoned on the ground; The soul bereft and longing so ...

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Rondeau At The Train Stop by Erin Belieu

Rondeau At The Train Stop by Erin Belieu

It bothers me: the genital smell of the baydrifting toward me on the T stop, the traincircling the city like a dingy, year-roundChristmas display. The Puritans were right! Sinis ...

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Loser Bait by Erin Belieu

Loser Bait by Erin Belieu

Some of usare chum.Some of usare the come-hitherhoneycombgleamy in the middleof the trap's busted smile.Though I let myself a littleoff this hook, petardby which I flail,and fancy ...

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In Ecstasy by Erin Belieu

In Ecstasy by Erin Belieu

at the altarpiece of Saint TeresaNo need to be coy—you know what she's doing And so did Bernini,when he found Teresa in the full-throttle ofher divine vision, caught ...

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