Hello, my wife, being a Bristolian, would appreciate the rhyme
drizzle/invizzle. 'Nemerov' isn't a north Sommerset name as far as I'm
aware, come to that - neither is 'Howard'. No matter, writing is
instinctive, and I'm sure Mr Nemerov had a feel for prose.
Haibun! (kengin) John
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From: "V. W." <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: 29 June 2002 19:17
Subject: Prose and Poetry
Due to probs have just caught up on a backlog of mails. With regard to
Babara's comments about Prose?Poetry
this piece is by Howard Nemerov
(1920-1991)
'Because You Have 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 when you couldn't tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.
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