Howard Nemerov

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

Howard Nemerov Poems

41. The Vacuum 4/15/2010
42. The View From An Attic Window 4/15/2010
43. The War In The Air 4/15/2010
44. Threshold 1/13/2003
45. To D—, Dead By Her Own Hand 4/15/2010
46. To David, About His Education 5/3/2012
47. Walking The Dog 1/3/2003
48. Witnessing The Launch Of The Shuttle Atlantis 5/3/2012
49. Writing 4/15/2010
50. Young Woman 4/15/2010
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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