"Erin Mour 's third collection of poetry confirmed her reputation as a major Canadian poet. She writes of the Canadian West, the railroad, the abrasions of love and politics, the miracle of words and ordinary placesŃwith special emphasis on the hearts, minds, and voices of women."
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