Among the heaps of brick and plaster lies/ a girder, still itself among the rubbish — Charles Reznikoff Copy Share Image
“Not the five feet of water to your chin but the inch above the tip of your nose.” — Charles Reznikoff Copy Share Image
The street curves in and out, up and down in great waves of asphalt; at night the granite tomb is noisy with starlings like… — Charles Reznikoff Copy Share Image
“Moje myśli przypominają teraz starohebrajski - mają tylko dwa czasy, przeszły i przyszły: byłem i będę z tobą.” — Charles Reznikoff Copy Share Image
The miracle, of course, was not that the oil for the sacred light - in a little cruse - lasted as long as they… — Charles Reznikoff Copy Share Image
Among the heaps of brick and plaster lies/ a girder, still itself among the rubbish — Charles Reznikoff Copy Share Image
I will walk by myself and cure myself in the sunshine and the wind. — Charles Reznikoff Copy Share Image
