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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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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