Howard Nemerov

(29 February 1920 ā€“ 5 July 1991 / New York City, New York)

Poems of Howard Nemerov

41. The View From An Attic Window 4/15/2010
42. The War In The Air 4/15/2010
43. Threshold 1/13/2003
44. To Dā€”, 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
48. Writing 4/15/2010
49. Young Woman 4/15/2010

Insomnia I

Some nights it's bound to be your best way out,
When nightmare is the short end of the stick,
When sleep is a part of town where it's not safe
To walk at night, when waking is the only way
You have of distancing your wretched dead,
A growing crowd, and escaping out of their
Time into yours for another little while;

Then pass ghostly, a planet in the house

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