Poems by Howard Nemerov
Style
... In dreams, while his walking life disintegrated ...
Insomnia I
... Then, when you know who done it, turn out the light, ...
The Blue Swallows
... Dipped in invisible ink, writing Poor mind, what would you have them write ...
The Beautiful Lawn Sprinkler
... The rainbow in its scattering grains of spray ...
I Only Am Escaped Alone to Tell Thee
... Where the mirror's lashed to blood and foam, ...
Amateurs of Heaven
... And other stuff that dangled in the height,Or was it the deep ...
Threshold
... When in still air and still in summertime ...
Gyroscope
... It is whirled not on a constant course, but still ...
Kicks
... And toss that up among the scavenging gulls,Who go for it so fast that often two of them ...
Casting
... Barbed, baited, waiting, of a thought-- ...
The Dependencies
... Now soon the monarchs will be drifting south, ...
Reading Pornography in Old Age
... And the murmur of sorry, partner as often heard ...
The host, he says that all is well
... The verseballs among them kept counting syllables ...
To D, Dead By Her Own Hand
... You jumped because you feared to fall, and thought ...
A Day on the Big Branch
... s on the way, expecting to drink only the clear cold water ...
