The Dependencies (Howard Nemerov Poems)
This morning, between two branches of a tree Beside the door, epeira once again Has spun and signed his tapestry ...
This morning, between two branches of a tree Beside the door, epeira once again Has spun and signed his tapestry ...
Innocence? In a sense. In no sense! Was that it? Was that it? Was that it? That was it. (Howard ...
You see them vanish in their speeding cars, The many people hastening through the world, And wonder what they would ...
Before you can learn the trees, you have to learn The language of the trees. That's done indoors, Out of ...
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle That while you watched turned into pieces of snow Riding a gradient invisible ...
Here at the Super Duper, in a glass tank Supplied by a rill of cold fresh water Running down a ...
Flaubert wanted to write a novel About nothing. It was to have no subject And be sustained upon the style ...
I My child and I hold hands on the way to school, And when I leave him at the first-grade ...
Some nights it's bound to be your best way out, When nightmare is the short end of the stick, When ...
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