Author Charles Reznikoff After I had worked all day at what I earn my living, I was tired. Now my own work has lost another day, I thought, but began slowly, and slowly my strength came back to me. Surely, the tide comes in twice a day. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments