Charles Reznikoff Quotes
- The miracle, of course, was not that the oil for the sacred light - in a little cruse - lasted as long as they say;…
- Among the heaps of brick and plaster lies/ a girder, still itself among the rubbish
- The fingers of your thoughts are molding your face ceaselessly.
- The street curves in and out, up and down in great waves of asphalt; at night the granite tomb is noisy with starlings like the…