The miracle, of course, was not that the oil for the sacred light - in a little cruse - lasted as long as they say; but that the courage of the Maccabees lasted to this day: let that nourish my flickering spirit.
The fingers of your thoughts are molding your face ceaselessly. - Charles Reznikoff
The fingers of your thoughts are molding your face ceaselessly.
- Charles Reznikoff
The miracle, of course, was not that the oil for the sacred light - in a little cruse - lasted as long as they say; but that the courage of the Macca… - Charles Reznikoff
The miracle, of course, was not that the oil for the sacred light - in a little cruse - lasted as long as they say; but that the courage of the Macca…
Among the heaps of brick and plaster lies/ a girder, still itself among the rubbish - Charles Reznikoff
Among the heaps of brick and plaster lies/ a girder, still itself among the rubbish
I will walk by myself and cure myself in the sunshine and the wind. - Charles Reznikoff
I will walk by myself and cure myself in the sunshine and the wind.
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 creaking of many axle… - Charles Reznikoff
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 creaking of many axle…
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