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
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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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Casting

The waters deep, the waters dark,
Reflect the seekers, hide the sought,
Whether in water or in air to drown.
Between them curls the silver spark,
Barbed, baited, waiting, of a thought--
Which in the world is upside down,
The fish hook or the question mark?

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