Poems by John Frederick Nims
Love Poem
... And have no cunning with any soft thingExcept all ill-at-ease fidgeting people: ...
Portrait
... You heap the linen with purse, scarf, cigarettes, lighter, ...
The Young Ionia
... If you could &mdash ah but the moon's dead and the ...
Blind Joy
... Whod dare to breathe this fern-thick bird-rich day ...
Decline And Fall
... columns too Streamed with cool light as rocks in breakers do ...
Days Of Our Years
... Its brief and bright, dear children ...
Madrigal In Time Of War
... Flare warned and ticket whispered and bell cried ...
Christmas Tree
... White above Rises that perfect star, the sign of love ...
Conclusion
... How sweet Carmine stars of the maple fumed in rakes ...
Tide Turning
... loosen, kiss. Black-hooded terns blurt kazoo-talk &mdash our boat ...
Parting: 1940
... For well they knew, the parters in all evenings ...
Isaiahs Coal
... Though the Rockies plunge like water, ...
