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    <![CDATA[Late Wife: Poems (Southern Messenger Poets Series)]]>
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    <![CDATA[<strong>Winner of the 2006 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.</strong>  In Late   Wife, a woman explores her disappearance from one life and reappearance in   another as she addresses her former husband, herself, and her new husband   in a series of epistolary poems.   Though not satisfied in her first   marriage, she laments vanishing from the life she and her husband shared   for years. She then describes the unexpected joys of solitude during her   recovery and emotional convalescence. Finally, in a sequence of sonnets,   she speaks to her new husband, whose first wife died from lung cancer. The   poems highlight how the speaker's rebeginning in this relationship has come   about in part because of two couples' respective losses.<p>  The most personal of Claudia Emerson's poetry collections, Late Wife is   both an elegy and a celebration of a rich present informed by a complex   past.</p>]]>
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    <![CDATA[Pinion: An Elegy]]>
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    <![CDATA[In this eloquent long poem, Claudia Emerson employs the voices of two family members on a small southern farm to examine the universal complexities of place, generation, memory, and identity.  Alternating between the voices of Preacher and Sister, Pinion is narrated by the younger, surviving sister Rose, in whose memory the now-gone family and farm vividly live on.   <p>Sister tells of her observances in day-to-day life in the 1920s and her struggle to take care of her father, grown brothers, and Rose-&quot;the change of-life-baby&quot;-after the death of her mother: &quot;The hens had hidden their heads beneath / their wings; they blinded themselves as I dusted / the kneading bowl with flour sifted fine as silk, and so / I disappeared as I sank my fists into it.&quot;  Preacher feels keenly the burden of running the farm and fears being the last one to live on the place: &quot;I was held fast there, pinioned, not / dying, growing numb and light, wait-crazed / and finally calm.&quot;  Both wrestle with a desire for independence and the duty to home they are bound to by birth; neither marries or leaves.  <p>Pinion is ultimately a wrenching elegy that Rose creates.  She is the one who escaped, only to realize, &quot;I survive them all, but I find I have become the house they keep.&quot;</p></p>]]>
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    <![CDATA[Figure Studies: Poems]]>
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    <![CDATA[ Poet Claudia Emerson begins <em>Figure Studies</em> with a twenty-five-poem lyric sequence called &quot;All Girls School,&quot; offering intricate views of a richly imagined boarding school for girls. Whether focused on a lesson, a teacher, or the girls themselves as they collectively &quot;school&quot;--or refuse to--the poems explore ways girls are &quot;trained&quot; in the broadest sense of the word.<p>&quot;Gossips,&quot; the second section, is a shorter sequence narrated by women as they talk about other women in a variety of isolations; these poems, told from the outside looking in, highlight a speculative voicing of all the gossips cannot know. In &quot;Early Lessons,&quot; the third section, children narrate as they also observe similarly solitary women, the children's innocence allowing them to see in farther than the gossips can. The fourth section offers studies of women and men in situations in which gender, with all of its complexities, figures powerfully.<p>The follow-up to the Pulitzer Prize-winning collection <em>Late Wife,</em> <em>Figure Studies</em> upholds Emerson's place among contemporary poetry's elite.  <p>  <p>When the only ladies' dress shop closed,  <br/> she was left on the street for trash, unsalvageable,   <p>  <p>one arm missing, lost at the shoulder, one leg  <br/> at the hip. But she was wearing a blue-sequined negligee   <p>  <p>and blonde wig, so they helped themselves to her  <br/> on a lark--drunken impulse--and for years kept her   <p>  <p>leaning in a corner, beside an attic  <br/> window, rendered invisible. The dusk   <p>  <p>was also perpetual in the garage below, <br/> punctuated only by bare bulbs hung close   <p>  <p>over the engines. An oily grime coated  <br/> the walls, and a decade of calendars promoted   <p>  <p>stock-car drivers, women in dated swimsuits,  <br/> even their bodies out of fashion. Radio distorted   <p>  <p>there; cigarette smoke moaned, the pedal steel  <br/> conceding to that place a greater, echoing   <p>  <p>sorrow. So, lame, forgotten prank, she remained, &lt;BR&gt; back turned forever to the dark storage &lt;P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;behind her, gaze leveled just above  &lt;BR&gt; anyone's who could have looked up   &lt;P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;to mistake in the cast of her face fresh longing--&lt;BR&gt; her expression still reluctant figure for it. &lt;P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;--&quot;The Mannequin above Main Street Motors&quot;</p></p></p></p></p></p></p></p></p></p></p></p></p></p></p></p></p></p></p></p>]]>
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    <![CDATA[Pharaoh, Pharaoh]]>
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    <![CDATA[Written by the winner of the 2006 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, Pharaoh, Pharaoh is a meditation on time, memory, inheritance, and the irony of loss-loss of one's land, of one's past, of love itself. With senses keenly attuned to every nuance of light and landscape, Claudia Emerson Andrews invests her lines with a scriptural fire. She captures equally and with apparent effortlessness the bewilderment of the culturally bereft in the &quot;stuttered eloquence&quot; of an auctioneer and the evanescence of appearances in the image of a dying firefly &quot;coughing up light.&quot; In this postlapsarian pastoral of the modern Southeast, Andrews summons a cast of characters bound to times and places of desolation, yet unable to leave because it is that very desolation-the plagues, the scourges, the losses and heartbreak-that has defined them. Their collective cry of exultant despair is compressed in the astonishing final lines of &quot;Plagues&quot;: &quot;Pharaoh, Pharaoh, as if there were something keeping us, as if we could be let go.&quot;  Andrews brings to these poems a vision so clear, so miraculously right, that the pages themselves seem suffused with the scents of sunlight and new-mown hay. Pharaoh, Pharaoh is a lovely, spellbinding reminder of what we discard, what we keep-and why.]]>
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    <![CDATA[Figure Studies]]>
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