John Frederick Nims
John Frederick Nims Poems
|1.||Days Of Our Years||4/12/2010|
|2.||Decline And Fall||4/12/2010|
|4.||The Young Ionia||4/12/2010|
|11.||Madrigal In Time Of War||4/12/2010|
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My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases,
At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring,
Whose palms are bulls in china, burs in linen,
And have no cunning with any soft thing
Except all ill-at-ease fidgeting people:
The refugee uncertain at the door
You make at home; deftly you steady
The drunk clambering on his undulant floor.
Unpredictable dear, the taxi drivers' terror,
Shrinking from far headlights pale as a dime
Yet leaping before apopleptic streetcars—
Misfit in any space. And never on time.
A wrench in clocks and the solar ...