Howard Nemerov

(29 February 1920 – 5 July 1991 / New York City, New York)

Howard Nemerov Poems

1. Political Reflection 6/19/2015
2. The Author To His Body On Their Fifteenth Birthday, 29 Ii 80 5/3/2012
3. Witnessing The Launch Of The Shuttle Atlantis 5/3/2012
4. The Painter Dreaming In The Scholar’s House 5/3/2012
5. The Consent 5/3/2012
6. The Town Dump 5/3/2012
7. To David, About His Education 5/3/2012
8. On An Occasion Of National Mourning 5/3/2012
9. The Murder Of William Remington 4/15/2010
10. Pockets 5/3/2012
11. The View From An Attic Window 4/15/2010
12. A Day On The Big Branch 5/3/2012
13. Magnitudes 5/3/2012
14. Found Poem 5/3/2012
15. Young Woman 4/15/2010
16. A Primer Of The Daily Round 5/3/2012
17. Lion & Honeycomb 5/3/2012
18. Life Cycle Of Common Man 5/3/2012
19. The Brief Journey West 4/15/2010
20. Writing 4/15/2010
21. To D—, Dead By Her Own Hand 4/15/2010
22. The Vacuum 4/15/2010
23. The Icehouse In Summer 4/15/2010
24. The Host, He Says That All Is Well 4/15/2010
25. Money 4/15/2010
26. Threshold 1/13/2003
27. The War In The Air 4/15/2010
28. The Makers 1/3/2003
29. The Lobster 1/3/2003
30. The Beautiful Lawn Sprinkler 1/13/2003
31. The Dependencies 1/3/2003
32. Style 1/3/2003
33. Kicks 1/13/2003
34. Walking The Dog 1/3/2003
35. Poetics 1/3/2003
36. Gyroscope 1/3/2003
37. Fugue 1/3/2003
38. Casting 1/3/2003
39. I Only Am Escaped Alone To Tell Thee 6/30/2003
40. Amateurs Of Heaven 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Howard Nemerov

September, The First Day Of School

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My child and I hold hands on the way to school,
And when I leave him at the first-grade door
He cries a little but is brave; he does
Let go. My selfish tears remind me how
I cried before that door a life ago.
I may have had a hard time letting go.

Each fall the children must endure together
What every child also endures alone:
Learning the alphabet, the integers,
Three dozen bits and pieces of a stuff
So arbitrary, so peremptory,
That worlds invisible and visible

Bow down before it, as in Joseph's dream
The sheaves bowed down and then the...

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The Blue Swallows

Across the millstream below the bridge
Seven blue swallows divide the air
In shapes invisible and evanescent,
Kaleidoscopic beyond the mind’s
Or memory’s power to keep them there.

“History is where tensions were,”
“Form is the diagram of forces.”
Thus, helplessly, there on the bridge,

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