Monday, March 19, 2012

Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetry

Japanese painting of flying sparrows
    - Howard Nemerov
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned to 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.

from: Sentences. Copyright 1980.


  1. wow - this had me just sitting breathless. Beautiful- thanks for posting.

    1. You're very welcome. And thank you for taking the time to comment. It means a lot.