Author Charles Reznikoff A white curtain turning in an open window.A swan, dipping a white neck in the trees' shadow,hardly beating the water with golden feet.Sorrow before herwas gone like noise from a street, 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