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“Premonition” A Poem by Honor Moore

From the Reprinted 1988 Collection Memoir

November 19, 2019  By Honor Moore
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Brink of September. Mountains rise as I drive.
I enter where they are highest, where clear springs
wash trunks of spruce, where white everlastings
splash dusk-dark meadows, where north means wild.

Lake ringed with mountains. I shout, hear it back,
back. I do not imagine in days I will
touch your face, trace with my fingers what it has
lived without me. I shampoo, dive to rinse.

Labor Day. I gather tomatoes, twist ripe
zucchini from ridged vines, pluck lettuce, crush
basil for your return. I hike home through birch
carrying new caught trout. At the slide I strip.

Sun heats bright moss. Brook foams fast through cleft
concrete. I sit, let it rush me wet down smooth
rock to a pool clean of twigs. Cold water whirls
to my skin, quick as the breath of fresh passion.

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Memoir Carnegie Mellon

Excerpted from Honor Moore’s 1988 Memoir, available now from Carnegie Mellon University Press. First Carnegie Mellon University Press Classic Contemporaries Edition, October 2019. Copyright © 2019 by Honor Moore.




Honor Moore
Honor Moore
Honor Moore is the author of the several books, including Our Revolution: A Mother and Daughter at Midcentury, The Bishop’s Daughter, which was a National Book Critics Circle Award finalist, and The White Blackbird: A Life of the Painter Margarett Sargent by Her Granddaughter, a New York Times Notable Book. She is the editor of two volumes in Library of America’s American Poets Project: Poems from the Women’s Movement and Amy Lowell: Selected Poems.








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