Poems of Howard Nemerov
|41.||The View From An Attic Window||4/15/2010|
|42.||The War In The Air||4/15/2010|
|44.||To D—, Dead By Her Own Hand||4/15/2010|
|45.||To David, About His Education||5/3/2012|
|46.||Walking the Dog||1/3/2003|
|47.||Witnessing the Launch of the Shuttle Atlantis||5/3/2012|
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