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| | Howard Nemerov, new selected |
 | | People think of Howard Nemerov as a wry commentator on the human condition, an ironist who sees, in Helen Vendler’s words, “the permanence of change, the vices of virtue, the evanescence of solidities, and the errors of truth.” This view is not inaccurate. |
 | | But to read Nemerov across a long span of his life, as Daniel Anderson’s Selected Poems enables us to do, is to be impressed, or re-impressed, by Nemerov’s continued visceral response to the things of the world, and in par-ticular to natural objects – rocks, trees, birds, flowers, rain and snow. |
 | | If Howard Nemerov did not often strike a chord as close to the people’s soul as did Frost, or as resonant with the professoriate as did Stevens, he nevertheless continues to pierce the hearts not just of other poets, but of all readers who, respecting ambiguity, weigh their words carefully. |
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