Author Charles Reznikoff This tree in the twilit street — the pods hang from its bare symmetrical branches motionless — but if, like God, a century were to us the twinkling of an eye, we should see the frenzy of growth. 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