Showing posts with label Howard Nemerov. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Howard Nemerov. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Howard Nemerov


A peels an apple, while B kneels to God,
C telephones to D, who has a hand
On E's knee, F coughs, G turns up the sod
For H's grave, I do not understand
But J is bringing one clay pigeon down
While K brings down a nightstick on L's head,
And M takes mustard, N drives into town,
O goes to bed with P, and Q drops dead,
R lies to S, but happens to be heard
By T, who tells U not to fire V
For having to give W the word
That X is now deceiving Y with Z,
Who happens just now to remember A
Peeling an apple somewhere far away.

- Howard Nemerov

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Howard Nemerov

The sumac’s candelabrum darkly flames.
And I speak to you with the land’s voice,
It is the cold, wild land that says to you
A knowledge glimmers in the sleep of things:
The old hills hunch before the north wind blows.
~ Howard Nemerov (American poet, 1920-1991)
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