Howard Moss Poems
- Water Island To the memory of a friend, ...
- New Hampshire 1 When the loons cry, The night seems ...
- The Lie Some bloodied sea-bird's hovering decay Assails us ...
- Jane The startling pleasures all broke down, It was her ...
- Four Birds "Wake to the sun," the rooster ...
- Einstein's Bathrobe I wove myself of many delicious ...
- Chekhov We have the whole evening ahead of us, We think, our...
Howard Moss (January 22, 1922 – September 16, 1987) was an American poet, dramatist and critic. He was poetry editor of The New Yorker magazine from 1948 until his death and he won the National Book Award in 1972 for Selected Poems.
Moss was born in New York City. He attended the University of Michigan, where he won a Hopwood Award. He is credited with discovering a number of major ... more »
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To the memory of a friend,
drowned off Water Island, April, 1960
Finally, from your house, there is no view;
The bay's blind mirror shattered over you
And Patchogue took your body like a log
The wind rolled up to shore. The senseless drowned
Have faces nobody would care to see,
But water loves those gradual erasures
Of flesh and shoreline, greenery and glass,
And you belonged to water, it to you,
Having built, on a hillock, above the bay,
Your house, the bay giving you reason to,
Where now, if seasons still are ...