Tuesday, April 21, 2009


After dinner, Sunday afternoons,
we boys would walk slowly
to the lots between the streets and the marshes;
and seated under the pale blue
sky would watch the ball game--
in a noisy, joyous crowd,
lemonade men out in the fringe
tinkling their bells beside their
yellow carts.
As we walked back, the city
stretched its rows of houses
across the lots--
light after light, as the
lamplighter went his way and
women lit the gas
in kitchens to make supper.


(‘A Fourth Group of Verse’, 17)






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more about Charles Reznikoff

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A Menorah for Athena
Edmund Hardy: Grass Anti-Epic: Charles Reznikoff's "Testimony"
'The Poems of Charles Reznikoff 1918-1975' - Joshua Clover
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