I lived from 1913-1999. I was from the USA, and am in the Americas category.
John Frederick Nims was born in 1913. He was the author of eight collections of poetry, including The Six-Cornered Snowflake, Zany in Denim, and Knowledge of the Evening.
Long affiliated with the magazine "Poetry", he was its editor from 1978 to 1984, and he taught at many distinguished universities and workshops in America and abroad. Among the numerous honors he received for his work are the "American Academy of Arts and Letters Award in Literature", the "Aiken-Taylor Award", the "O. B. Hardison Award", and the "Harriet Monroe Memorial Prize".
He also translated several books of verse, most recently The Complete Poems of Michelangelo, and wrote the highly acclaimed Western Wind: An Introduction to Poetry.
Mr. Nims died in 1999.
Bibliography source: Poetry Daily
Long affiliated with the magazine "Poetry", he was its editor from 1978 to 1984, and he taught at many distinguished universities and workshops in America and abroad. Among the numerous honors he received for his work are the "American Academy of Arts and Letters Award in Literature", the "Aiken-Taylor Award", the "O. B. Hardison Award", and the "Harriet Monroe Memorial Prize".
He also translated several books of verse, most recently The Complete Poems of Michelangelo, and wrote the highly acclaimed Western Wind: An Introduction to Poetry.
Mr. Nims died in 1999.
Bibliography source: Poetry Daily
My poetry
- My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases,
At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring,25 lines - Through salt marsh, grassy channel where the shark's
A rumor &mdash lean, alongside &mdash rides out boat;44 lines - 1 lines
- Seeing in crowded restaurants the one you love
You wave at the door, tall girl in imperious fur,15 lines - Crude seeing’s all our joy: could we discern
The cold dark infinite vast where atoms burn3 lines - Beside the rivers of the midnight town
Where four-foot couples love and paupers drown,23 lines - Not knowing in what season this again
Not knowing when again the arms outyearning27 lines - We had a city also. Hand in hand
Wandered happy as travellers our own land.76 lines - This seablue fir that rode the mountain storm
Is swaddled here in splints of tin to die.37 lines







