Poems by Claudia Emerson
Frame, An Epistle
... yourself had darkened, just as you said it would ...
Stable
... old noose. The silence waits, wild to be ...
Early Elegy: Headmistress
... her portrait above the fireplace, on her face ...
Eight Ball
... for you to run the table, leave me ...
Early Elegy: Smallpox
... refused, just once, for a woman behind a sterile ...
