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Nash, Edith / Practice the here and now: selected writings of Edith Nash
(2001)

Nash, Edith
The ring,   p. 61


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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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