Howard Nemerov

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

Howard Nemerov Poems

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 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
48. Writing 4/15/2010
49. 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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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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