from Jerusalem the Golden
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Rails in the subway,
what did you know of happiness,
when you were ore in the earth;
now the electric lights shine upon you.
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What are you doing in our street among the automobiles, horse?
How are your cousins, the centaur and the unicorn?
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Rooted among roofs, their smoke among the clouds,
factory chimneys – our cedars of Lebanon.
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All day the pavement has been black
with rain, but in our warm brightly-lit
room, Praise God,
I kept saying to myself,
and saying not a word,
Amen, you answered.
by Charles Reznikoff,
from The Poems of Charles Reznikoff, 1918-1975, edited by Seamus Cooney, Black Sparrow Book, 2005.
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