Author: Howard Nemerov

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

After the red leaf and the gold have gone, Brought down by the wind, then by hammering rain Bruised and […]

Across the millstream below the bridge Seven blue swallows divide the air In shapes invisible and evanescent, Kaleidoscopic beyond the […]

Two lovers to a midnight meadow came High in the hills, to lie there hand and hand Like effigies and […]

The waters deep, the waters dark, Reflect the seekers, hide the sought, Whether in water or in air to drown. […]

Flaubert wanted to write a novel About nothing. It was to have no subject And be sustained upon the style […]

You see them vanish in their speeding cars, The many people hastening through the world, And wonder what they would […]

When in still air and still in summertime A leaf has had enough of this, it seems To make up […]

He didn’t want to do it with skill, He’d had enough of skill. If he never saw Another villanelle, it […]

They’re taking down a tree at the front door, The power saw is snarling at some nerves, Whining at others. […]

This admirable gadget, when it is Wound on a string and spun with steady force, Maintains its balance on most […]

The fishermen on Lake Michigan, sometimes, For kicks, they spit two hunks of bait on hooks At either end of […]

Two universes mosey down the street Connected by love and a leash and nothing else. Mostly I look at lamplight […]

Who can remember back to the first poets, The greatest ones, greater even than Orpheus? No one has remembered that […]

Before you can learn the trees, you have to learn The language of the trees. That’s done indoors, Out of […]