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. Charles Reznikoff More Quotes by Charles Reznikoff More Quotes From Charles Reznikoff The fingers of your thoughts are molding your face ceaselessly. Charles Reznikoff your-face faces inspirational I will walk by myself Charles Reznikoff sunshine cures wind Among the heaps of brick and plaster lies/ a girder, still itself among the rubbish Charles Reznikoff bricks rubbish lying 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 axles; only the tired walker know how much there is to climb, how the sidewalk curves into the cold wind. Charles Reznikoff tired journey night
