Author Charles Reznikoff The dead tree at the corner from the gray boughs of which the bark has fallen in places and all the twigs ā be thankful, you other trees, that, bare and brown, are only leafless in a winter of your lives. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments