I was deeply saddened to hear of the sudden and far too early passing of Claudia Emerson, past Poet Laureate of Virginia. Her poetry was accessible and real, compassionate and honest. “The is the season of her dying,” she wrote in “Daybook,” and you have kept it, I find, underneath the stairs in a box filed with photographs.”
Emerson poetry will be the photographs we read to remember her:
She wrote so much about death—but it was always life she celebrated. And so we must celebrate Claudia Emerson’s life at her passing.