Poems by Howard Nemerov
September, The First Day Of School
... As from the whole, inseperably, the lives,The shrunken lives that have not been set free ...
Learning by Doing
... Now that they've got it sectioned on the groundIt looks as though somebody made a plain ...
A Spell before Winter
... Brought down by the wind, then by hammering rain ...
The Makers
... Conjurors with love, death, sleep, with bread and wine, ...
Lion & Honeycomb
... The time came He had to ask himself, what did he want ...
The Goose Fish
... His throat that the sand seemed to choke, ...
Storm Windows
... The ripple and splash of rain on the blurred glass ...
Walking the Dog
... While he mooches along with tail up and snout down, ...
Ozymandias II
... And rust like a fungus spreading on the fenders,Well, what I mean, that fucking car still runs, ...
Poetics
... and "Lady," he gravely says, "I sure hope your team wins ...
A Life
... In no sense! Was that it ...
Fugue
... They spread in their wake the parading fields of food, ...
Learning the Trees
... And how it does it, cutting across the worldNot always at the joints, competing with ...
Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry
... That while you watched turned into pieces of snow ...
The Lobster
... Thinking: There's something underneath the world ...
