I look across the housetops,
through the leaves in a black pattern:
where are you hidden, moon?
Surely I saw her,
broad-bosomed and golden,
coming toward us.
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POEMS 1918-1975: THE COMPLETE POEMS OF CHARLES REZNIKOFF Copyright © 1977
by Marie Syrkin Reznikoff and reprinted with the permission of Black Sparrow Press.