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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~

Comments

[evil-owl.livejournal.com]

i love this poem! what a great choice. another poem i always associate with this one is archibald macleish's 'the snowflake which is now and hence forever.' these two poems have each been great inspirations for me, especially when i'm having writer's block... :)

[juneflame.livejournal.com]

glad you liked it! and thanks for the enthusiasm. now i'm off to look for macleish...