Still half drunk, after a night at cards, …
Howard Nemerov
This admirable gadget, when it is …
I tell you that I see her still …
Before you can learn the trees, you have to learn …
Roughly figured, this man of moderate habits, …
Earth’s Wrath at our assaults is slow to come …
This morning we shall spend a few minutes …
loquitur the sparrow in the Zoo …
People are putting up storm windows now, …
Dear old equivocal and closest friend, …
By the dry road the fathers cough and spit, …
Late in November, on a single night …
This morning, between two branches of a tree …
On the long shore, lit by the moon …
A door sunk in a hillside, with a bolt …
It is true, that even in the best-run state …
I …
A mile out in the marshes, under a sky …
The house is so quiet now …
Among the high-branching, leafless boughs …
For a saving grace, we didn't see our dead, …
My dear, I wonder if before the end …
The world is full of mostly invisible things, …
Adorable images, …
The cursive crawl, the squared-off characters …
Naked before the glass she said, …