American Life in Poetry #675
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE
|My late friend, the poet and novelist Jim Harrison, used to tease me about the buckets of bent nails in my barn, which I planned to straighten on some rainy day but which only accumulated. Here’s a fine bent nail poem by Thomas R. Moore, from his new book Saving Nails, from Moon Pie Press. Moore lives in Maine.
I strip the porch roof, pick out the used
a drop cloth, remembering when I shingled
the tar smell, the brackets, planks, and
with hemlock limbs instead of locust.
and drive the old nails home, slide
toes bent, knees creaking. Miserliness,
caring, thinking of the man who gave
house full of boats. The only time I saw
man straightening nails, moving from
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