After The Red Leaf And By Howard Nemerov

After the red leaf and the gold have gone, Brought down by the wind, then by hammering rain Bruised and discolored, when October’s flame Goes…

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You See Them Vanish In By Howard Nemerov

You see them vanish in their speeding cars, The many people hastening through the world, And wonder what they would have done before This time…

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Some Nights It’s Bound By Howard Nemerov

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…

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Across The Millstream By Howard Nemerov

Across the millstream below the bridge Seven blue swallows divide the air In shapes invisible and evanescent, Kaleidoscopic beyond the mind’s Or memory’s power to…

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When In Still Air And By Howard Nemerov

When in still air and still in summertime A leaf has had enough of this, it seems To make up its mind to go; fine…

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Sparrows Were Feeding In By Howard Nemerov

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,…

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Who Can Remember Back To By Howard Nemerov

Who can remember back to the first poets, The greatest ones, greater even than Orpheus? No one has remembered that far back Or now considers,…

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People Are Putting Up By Howard Nemerov

People are putting up storm windows now, Or were, this morning, until the heavy rain Drove them indoors. So, coming home at noon, I saw…

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Way To School By Howard Nemerov

My child and I hold hands on the way to school, And when I leave him at the first-grade door He cries a little but…

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Innocence By Howard Nemerov

Innocence? In a sense. In no sense! Was that it? Was that it? Was that it? That was it. ~ A Life – Howard Nemerov

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You Know The Old Story By Howard Nemerov

You know the old story Ann Landers tells About the houseife in her basement doing the wash? She’s wearing her nightie, and she thinks, “Well,…

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I Met A Guy I Used To By Howard Nemerov

I met a guy I used to know, who said: “You take your ’57 Karnak, now, The model that they called their Coop de Veal…

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What Gives It Power By Howard Nemerov

What gives it power makes it change its mind At each extreme, and lean its rising rain Down low, first one and then the other…

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Here At The Super Duper, By Howard Nemerov

Here at the Super Duper, in a glass tank Supplied by a rill of cold fresh water Running down a glass washboard at one end…

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They’re Taking Down A By Howard Nemerov

They’re taking down a tree at the front door, The power saw is snarling at some nerves, Whining at others. Now and then it grunts,…

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Flaubert Wanted To Write By Howard Nemerov

Flaubert wanted to write a novel About nothing. It was to have no subject And be sustained upon the style alone, Like the Holy Ghost…

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This Admirable Gadget, By Howard Nemerov

This admirable gadget, when it is Wound on a string and spun with steady force, Maintains its balance on most any smooth Surface, pleasantly humming…

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He Didn’t Want To Do It By Howard Nemerov

He didn’t want to do it with skill, He’d had enough of skill. If he never saw Another villanelle, it would be too soon; And…

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The Fishermen On Lake By Howard Nemerov

The fishermen on Lake Michigan, sometimes, For kicks, they spit two hunks of bait on hooks At either end of a single length of line…

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I Tell You That I See By Howard Nemerov

I tell you that I see her still At the dark entrance of the hall. One gas lamp burning near her shoulder Shone also from…

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This Morning, Between By Howard Nemerov

This morning, between two branches of a tree Beside the door, epeira once again Has spun and signed his tapestry and trap. I test his…

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Before You Can Learn The By Howard Nemerov

Before you can learn the trees, you have to learn The language of the trees. That’s done indoors, Out of a book, which now you…

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Two Universes Mosey Down By Howard Nemerov

Two universes mosey down the street Connected by love and a leash and nothing else. Mostly I look at lamplight through the leaves While he…

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