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Howard Nemerov

Howard Nemerov was born on February 29, 1920 in New York, New York. He graduated from the Society for Ethical Culture's Fieldstone School in 1937 and went on to study...
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	FURTHER READING


		Ars Poetica
		Epistles, Book II, Ars Poetica by Horace

		A Book Of Music by Jack Spicer

		A True Poem by Lloyd Schwartz

		All Their Stanzas Look Alike by Thomas Sayers Ellis

		Always on the Train by Ruth Stone

		And It Came to Pass by C. D. Wright

		Ars Poetica by Archibald MacLeish

		Ars Poetica by Eleanor Wilner

		Ars Poetica (cocoons) by Dana Levin

		Art Class by James Galvin

		Arthur's Anthology of English Poetry by Laurence Lerner

		Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks by Jane Kenyon

		Broadway by Mark Doty

		Diving into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich

		Endnote by Hayden Carruth

		Envoi by William Meredith

		Ground Swell by Mark Jarman

		Instructions to Be Left Behind by Marvin Bell

		Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins

		O Black and Unknown Bards by James Weldon Johnson

		On the Subject of Poetry by W. S. Merwin

		Poet's Work by Lorine Niedecker

		Poetry by Marianne Moore

		Prefix: Finding the measure by Robert Kelly

		Some Part of the Lyric by Gregory Orr

		Speech Alone by Jean Follain

		Strawberry on the Drawbridge by Matthea Harvey

		Take the I Out by Sharon Olds

		The Allure of Forms by Coral Bracho

		The Bargain by Cyrus Cassells

		The Bear by Galway Kinnell

		The Poem as Mask by Muriel Rukeyser

		The Poems I Have Not Written by John Brehm

		The Snow and the Plum — II by Lu Mei-P'o

		The Uses of Poetry by William Carlos Williams

		What He Thought by Heather McHugh

		Workshop by Billy Collins

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Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetry
by 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 by Howard Nemerov, published by the University of Chicago Press. Copyright © 1980 by Howard Nemerov. Reprinted with the permission of Margaret Nemerov. All rights reserved.

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