Poetry Month: Because You Asked about the Line between Prose and Poetry (Nemerov)

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, from Sentences in The Vintage Book of Contemporary American Poetry

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