Claudia Emerson

(13 January 1957 / Chatham, Virginia)

Claudia Emerson Poems

1. Bone 1/20/2003
2. Aftermath 3/21/2012
3. The Spanish Lover 3/21/2012
4. Homecoming 3/21/2012
5. Stable 3/21/2012
6. After The Affair 3/21/2012
7. The Bat 3/21/2012
8. Pitching Horseshoes 3/21/2012
9. Posessions 3/21/2012
10. Surface Hunting 3/21/2012
11. Photographer 3/21/2012
12. The Mannequin Above Main Street Motors. 3/21/2012
13. Funny Valentine 3/21/2012
14. The Polio Vaccine, Chatham, Virginia, 1964 3/21/2012
15. Spring Ice Storm 3/21/2012
16. Frame: An Epistle 3/21/2012
17. Ephemeris 3/21/2012
18. Artifact 3/21/2012
19. Animal Funerals, 1964 3/21/2012
20. Breaking Up The House 3/21/2012
21. Buying The Painted Turtle 3/21/2012
22. The Physical Plant As Prologue 3/21/2012
23. Fire Drill 3/21/2012
24. Beginning Sculpture: The Subtractive Method 3/21/2012
25. Orchid Anatomy 3/21/2012
26. Piano Fire 3/21/2012
27. Second Bearing 1919 3/21/2012
28. Bee 5/28/2018
29. Catfish 5/28/2018
30. Drybridge 5/28/2018
31. Early Elegy: Headmistress 5/28/2018
32. Early Elegy: Smallpox 5/28/2018
33. Eight Ball 5/28/2018
34. Frame, an Epistle 5/28/2018
35. Ground Truth 5/28/2018
36. Lifeguard 5/28/2018
37. Metastasis: Worry-Moth 5/28/2018
38. On Leaving the Body to Science 5/28/2018
39. Stable 5/28/2018
40. Vortex 5/28/2018

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Aftermath

I think by now it is time for the second cutting.
I imagine the field, the one above the last

house we rented, has lain in convalescence
long enough. The hawk has taken back the air

above new grass, and the doe again can hide
her young. I can tell you now I crossed

that field, weeks before the first pass of the blade,
through grass and briars, fog — the night itself

to my thighs, my skirt pulled up that high.
I came to what had been our house and stood outside.

I saw her in it. She reminded me of me —
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Aftermath

I think by now it is time for the second cutting.
I imagine the field, the one above the last

house we rented, has lain in convalescence
long enough. The hawk has taken back the air

above new grass, and the doe again can hide
her young. I can tell you now I crossed

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