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Sunday, October 21, 2012

they clearly flew








BECAUSE YOU ASKED ABOUT THE LINE BETWEEN PROSE AND POETRY

~ Howard Nemerov 

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. 



Snow from yesterday morning, which has since melted and gone. I've been rather savouring the sounds in this Nemerov poem since I read it.  The wonderful half (quarter?) rhyme - drizzle and invisible. I'm not normally fond of poems that rhyme, but when it can make you actually forget that it's rhyming, which this one does for me, then, okay. The sound is delicious, all through - freezing and feeding in the first line, and the line with 'silver aslant' in it - gorgeous. And it gets so perfectly at the line between prose and poetry.  In 6 lines.  How completely enviable.  





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