The more I read poetry, the more I feel like I will never understand it.
Nemerov won a bunch of awards and wrote a bunch of books of poetry. I have only read this one and while most of the stuff was just meh to me, there were a couple worth reading a few times, such as: To the Mannequins The Private Eye Debate with the Rabbi
endor and the “vaudeville” on lot are quite good - bringing modern interiority into biblical stories done well. cain is slightly inferior; the more mundane nonmythological poems are only ok, with only one or two that stand out. funny to see how much he seems to resent modernism and particularly its more intellectual bent.
This is a particular favorite of mine. Howard Nemerov is a steady, sensible, masculine voice that reminds me of many of the WWII vets and their generation--he'd been a pilot in the War. One of the books I gave my own father when he was elderly--he LOVED it--and it's hard to find poetry books just right for men, especially older men, who aren't poetry readers and would just look at you like you were crazy if you gave them Keats or even Ginsberg. Nemerov, however, is embraced like a brother. He was Diane Arbus's older brother. Yet he is sanity personified. What an interesting family.