Sunday, May 8, 2022

[The city breaks in houses to the sea, uneasy with waves,]

(by Charles Reznikoff) 

The city breaks in houses to the sea, uneasy with waves,
And the lonely sun clashes like brass cymbals.

In the streets truck-horses, muscles sliding under the steaming hides,
Pound the sparks flying about their hooves;
And fires, those gorgeous beasts, squirm in the furnaces,
Under the looms weaving us.

At evening by cellars cold with air of rivers at night,
We, whose lives are only a few words,

Watch the young moon leaning over the baby at her breast
And the stars small to our littleness.

The slender trees stand alone in the fields
Between the roofs of the far town
And the wood far away like a low hill.

In the vast open
The birds are faintly overheard.

2 comments:

  1. Once again, I don't understand the new "comment as:". I put my google account. Before, I was simple I signed in and comented now...

    Not sure I understand this poem posted. I've read it several times and only find the second graph relatable.

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  2. I put my google account and I anonymous.

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