Charles Reznikoff

This smoky winter morning
do not despise the green jewel among the twigs
because it is a traffic light.

***
The house-wreckers have left the door and a staircase,
now leading to the empty room of night.

***
What are you doing in our street among the automobiles, horse?
How are your cousins, the centaur and the unicorn?

***
Among the heaps of brick and plaster lie a girder,
still itself among the rubbish.

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