Howard Nemerov

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

Howard Nemerov Poems

41. Fugue 1/3/2003
42. Found Poem 5/3/2012
43. Casting 1/3/2003
44. Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry 1/3/2003
45. Amateurs Of Heaven 1/3/2003
46. A Spell Before Winter 1/3/2003
47. A Primer Of The Daily Round 5/3/2012
48. A Life 1/3/2003
49. A Day On The Big Branch 5/3/2012
Best Poem of Howard Nemerov

Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry

Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.

There came a moment that you couldn't tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.

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A Spell Before Winter

After the red leaf and the gold have gone,
Brought down by the wind, then by hammering rain
Bruised and discolored, when October's flame
Goes blue to guttering in the cusp, this land
Sinks deeper into silence, darker into shade.
There is a knowledge in the look of things,
The old hills hunch before the north wind blows.

Now I can see certain simplicities

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