Claudia Emerson Poems
- Bone It was first dark when the plow turned it up. Unsown, ...
- Aftermath I think by now it is time for the second cutting. ...
- Homecoming The camera is trained on the door, no one in the ...
- After The Affair There was no one to tell, so it settled in ...
- Buying The Painted Turtle Two boys, not quite men, pretended ...
- Spring Ice Storm The forecast had not predicted it, and its ...
- Fire Drill Bells sound them from sleep, and their ...
Claudia Emerson was an American poet who won the 2006 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for her collection Late Wife.
Emerson attended Chatham Hall, the University of Virginia (English, 1979) and completed a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing, 1991 at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro.
Emerson is a professor of English, and Arrington Distinguished Chair in Poetry at the University of Mary Washington, in Fredericksburg, Virginia. She is a contributing editor of the literary magazine Shenandoah. On August 26, 2008, she was appointed Poet Laureate of Virginia, 2008 - 2010, by Governor Timothy M. Kaine.
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It was first dark when the plow turned it up.
Unsown, it came fleshless, mud-ruddled, nothing
but itself, the tendon's bored eye threading
a ponderous needle. And yet the pocked fist
of one end dared what was undone
in the strewing, defied the mouth of the hound
that dropped it.
The whippoorwill began
again its dusk-borne mourning. I had never
seen what urgent wing disembodied
the voice, would fail to recognize its broken
shell or shadow or its feathers strewn
before me. As if afraid of forgetting,
it repeated itself, mindlessly certain.