He told me I’ll never marry again
or else I’ll be Jesus’s bride.
He was right.
He was the final, definite, ultimate
husband I had.
He died,
but he kept his authority intact,
his copyright.
I owe him all my royalties.
In his name,
I sign my name.
Nina Cassian, Continuum, Anvil Press Poetry, London, 2008
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