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One I loved from my poetry explication class way back when:
"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.
(by Howard Nemerov)
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It turns out I had very little opportunity to get online while on the road last week, but in keeping with the spirit of poetry month (if not the letter!) I'm going to do double posts till I've caught up with the poem-a-day thing.
"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.
(by Howard Nemerov)
***
It turns out I had very little opportunity to get online while on the road last week, but in keeping with the spirit of poetry month (if not the letter!) I'm going to do double posts till I've caught up with the poem-a-day thing.
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