Author Charles Reznikoff My work done, I lean on the window-sill, watching the dripping trees. The rain is over, the wet pavement shines. From the bare twigs rows of drops like shining buds are hanging. 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