Nash, Edith / Practice the here and now: selected writings of Edith Nash
The ring, p. 61
The Ring 61 A fog lies on the river My finger swells at the joint I can't get the wedding ring Off my finger, have to go To the jeweler's today — on the main street A call-in woman on the radio Quoted Marcella's recipe Sounded like the time we ate tripe In Firenze, in the sun Near the boar sculpture Sold from a cart Then my wedding ring fit me And Philleo had his gold ring On his own finger When he died I took his wedding ring Off his sturdy finger And put it on the third finger Of my right hand Where it binds me to the marriage In case I forget the whole thing And fly off into outer space Rootless and footloose, with no center Pursued by demons, lost in the sky.
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