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For three years you lived in your house
just as it was before she died: your wedding
portrait on the mantel, her clothes hanging
in the closet, her hair still in the brush.
You have told me you gave it all away
then, sold the house, keeping only the confirmation
cross she wore, her name in cursive chased
on the gold underside, your ring in the same

box, those photographs you still avoid,
and the quilt you spread on your borrowed bed—
small things. Months after we met, you told me she had
made it, after we had slept already beneath its loft
and thinning, raveled pattern, as though beneath
her shadow, moving with us, that dark, that soft.

By Claudia Emerson
Recipient of the 2007 Carole Weinstein Poetry Prize

Reprinted by permission of Louisiana State University Press
from Late Wife: Poems by Claudia Emerson.
Copyright © 2005 by Claudia Emerson.

© 2006 Carole Weinstein. All rights reserved.