Howard Nemerov

After The Red Leaf And By Howard Nemerov

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 blue to guttering in the cusp, this land Sinks deeper into silence, darker into shade. There is a knowledge in the look of things, The old hills hunch b... »

You See Them Vanish In By Howard Nemerov

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 of time speed distance, random streams Of molecules hastened by what rising heat? Was there never a world where people just sat still? Yet they might be all ... »

Some Nights It’s Bound By Howard Nemerov

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 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 you... »

Across The Millstream By Howard Nemerov

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 keep them there. “History is where tensions were,” “Form is the diagram of forces.” Thus, helplessly, there on the bridge, While gazing d... »

When In Still Air And By Howard Nemerov

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 as a sage Its drifting in detachment down the road. ~ Threshold – Howard Nemerov Hits: 2 »

Sparrows Were Feeding In By Howard Nemerov

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, white, and slow. There came a moment that you couldn’t tell. And then they clearly flew instead of fell. ~ Because You Asked About The Line Be... »

Who Can Remember Back To By Howard Nemerov

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, among the artifacts, And bones and cantilevered inference The past is made of, those first and greatest poets, So lofty and disdainful of renown They left us ... »

People Are Putting Up By Howard Nemerov

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 storm windows lying on the ground, Frame-full of rain; through the water and glass I saw the crushed grass, how it seemed to stream Away in lines like seaweed on th... »

Way To School By Howard Nemerov

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 is brave; he does Let go. My selfish tears remind me how I cried before that door a life ago. I may have had a hard time letting go. Each fall the children must endure together What eve... »

Innocence By Howard Nemerov

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 Hits: 3 »

You Know The Old Story By Howard Nemerov

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, hell, I might’s well put this in as well,” and then Being dripped on by a leaky pipe puts on Her son’s football helmet; whereupo... »

I Met A Guy I Used To By Howard Nemerov

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 That had the pointy rubber boobs for bumpers– You take that car, owned by a nigger now Likelier’n not, with half its chromium teeth Knocked down its throat and ... »

What Gives It Power By Howard Nemerov

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 way; In which exchange humility and pride Reverse, forgive, arise, and die again, Wherefore it holds at both ends of the day The rainbow in its scattering grains of spray. ~ ... »

Here At The Super Duper, By Howard Nemerov

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 And siphoned off at the other, and so Perpetually renewed, a herd of lobster Is made available to the customer Who may choose whichever one he wants To carry home and drop into b... »

They’re Taking Down A By Howard Nemerov

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, And sawdust falls like snow or a drift of seeds. Rotten, they tell us, at the fork, and one Big wind would bring it down. So what they do They do, as usual, to do ... »

Flaubert Wanted To Write By Howard Nemerov

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 cruising above The abyss, or like the little animals In Disney cartoons who stand upon a branch That breaks, but do not fall Till they look down. He never wrote that n... »

This Admirable Gadget, By Howard Nemerov

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 as it goes. It is whirled not on a constant course, but still Stands in unshivering integrity For quite some time, meaning nothing perhaps But being so... »

He Didn’t Want To Do It By Howard Nemerov

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 the same went for sonnets. If it had been Hard work learning to rime, it would be much Harder learning not to. The time came He had to ask himself, what did he want... »

The Fishermen On Lake By Howard Nemerov

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 And toss that up among the scavenging gulls, Who go for it so fast that often two of them Make the connection before it hits the water. Hooked and hung up like that, th... »

I Tell You That I See By Howard Nemerov

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 her other side Where hung the long inaccurate glass Whose pictures were as troubled water. An immense shadow had its hand Between us on the floor, and seemed To hump the knuckles ... »

This Morning, Between By Howard Nemerov

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 early-warning system and It works, he scrambles forth in sable with The yellow hieroglyph that no one knows The meaning of. And I remember now How yesterday at dusk t... »

Before You Can Learn The By Howard Nemerov

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 think of it Is one of the transformations of a tree. The words themselves are a delight to learn, You might be in a foreign land of terms Like samara, capsule, drupe, ... »

Two Universes Mosey Down By Howard Nemerov

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 mooches along with tail up and snout down, Getting a secret knowledge through the nose Almost entirely hidden from my sight. We stand while he’s enraptured... »