Howard Nemerov

(29 February 1920 – 5 July 1991 / New York City, New York)

Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry - Poem by Howard Nemerov

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.

Form: Ars Poetica

Comments about Because You Asked About The Line Between Prose And Poetry by Howard Nemerov

  • Gold Star - 22,689 Points * Sunprincess * (5/30/2014 4:45:00 PM)

    ..........sparrows are such wonderful creatures....enjoyed... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 184 Points Karen Sinclair (3/10/2013 8:37:00 AM)

    Clever connection here to me... Describing the invisible threads which waver. Loved it..., two great pieces in one day ty poem hunter. Karen (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Shannon Dahle (10/19/2009 10:46:00 PM)

    Simple yet very beautiful! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 30, 2011

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