Author Charles Reznikoff Walk about the subway station in a grove of steel pillars; how their knobs, the rivet-heads — unlike those of oaks — are regularly placed; how barren the ground is except here and there on the platform a flat black fungus that was chewing-gum. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4.7 (6 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments