Howard Nemerov (29 February 1920 – 5 July 1991 / New York City, New York)
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Poems by Howard Nemerov : 6 / 51
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.
Howard Nemerov
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Edited: Thursday, June 30, 2011
Read poems about / on: silver, snow, poetry
Poems by Howard Nemerov : 6 / 51
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The way the snow evolves is the line between prose and poetry. They are the same but different like rain, snow, and flurries.
Clever connection here to me... Describing the invisible threads which waver. Loved it..., two great pieces in one day ty poem hunter. Karen
Simple yet very beautiful!