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Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetry by Howard Nemerov

Hello, midnight. Happy birthday, self.

Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetry
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.

Comments (11)

  • EK

    Dear T, I have never commented on your blog even though I often find myself looking to it for treasures that speak to my soul. I have always felt we have the same taste in poetry. And now, I see that your birthday is March 15, and mine March 16. I thought that was beautiful, and that it was time to speak up. May you enjoy celebrating your day of birth!

  • robin

    Thank you for posting again. Thank you for coming back. I love this blog.

  • v

    yes, thank you for coming back. and happy birthday!

  • Aisha

    Happy Birthday, its good to have you back:-)

  • K

    Very glad to hear from you again, T.

  • Welcome back and I hope you have had the lovliest of birthdays. You truly deserve it.

  • Brenna

    Happy Birthday! I missed your posts!

  • Zee

    Happy Birthday!

  • MMAC

    See? We, the members of your doting audience, care about you. In the capacity, of course, that an audience can. Another year; another accomplishment–you’ve lived it through. Happy Birthday, T.

  • Ah, a lovely poem. Many lovely poems here. Thank you. I found you looking up Frank O’Hara, and I am fortunate for the discovery. Happy belated birthday.

    — David


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