¿Qué hace que un poema
sea un poema
y no líneas de prosa
puestas en líneas cortas?
La mejor respuesta la ha dado Nemerov.
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BECAUSE YOU ASKED ABOUT THE LINE BETWEEN PROSE AND POETRY
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.
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