Howard Nemerov Poems
|42.||The View From An Attic Window||4/15/2010|
|43.||The War In The Air||4/15/2010|
|45.||To D—, Dead By Her Own Hand||4/15/2010|
|46.||To David, About His Education||5/3/2012|
|47.||Walking The Dog||1/3/2003|
|48.||Witnessing The Launch Of The Shuttle Atlantis||5/3/2012|
Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.
There came a moment that you couldn't tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.
You see them vanish in their speeding cars,
The many people hastening through the world,
And wonder what they would have done before
This time of time speed distance, random streams
Of molecules hastened by what rising heat?
Was there never a world where people just sat still?
Yet they might be all of them contemplatives
Of a timeless now, drivers and passengers