The river is like a lake this morning
for quiet—image of houses and green bank.
A barge is lying at a dock;
nothing moves but the crane
emptying the cargo.
The dark green hill,
the sunset, staining the river—
quiet as a lake;
the tree beside me
covered with white blossoms
that cover but cannot hide
the black gnarled branches.
Return to Jerusalem the Golden
POEMS 1918-1975: THE COMPLETE POEMS OF CHARLES REZNIKOFF Copyright © 1977
by Marie Syrkin Reznikoff and reprinted with the permission of Black Sparrow Press.