It had been long dark, though still an hour before supper-time.

The boy stood at the window behind the curtain.

The street under the black sky was bluish white with snow.

Across the street, where the lot sloped to the pavement,

boys and girls were going down on sleds.

The boys were after him because he was a Jew.

At last his father and mother slept. He got up and dressed.

In the hall he took out his sled and went out on tiptoe.

No one was in the street. The slide was worn smooth and

slippery–just right.

He laid himself down on his sled and shot away. He went down

only twice.

He stood knee-deep in snow:

no one was in the street, the windows were darkened;

those near the street-lamps were ashine, but the rooms inside

were dark;

on the street were long shadows of clods of snow.

He took his sled and went back into the house.

About This Poem

Throughout the 1930s, Reznikoff gained recognition as one of the principal proponents of Objectivism, along with Louis Zukofsky, George Oppen, and Carl Rakosi. The group of poets established the Objectivist Press, which published three of Reznikoff’s books. While his work received little commercial success, he continued to self-publish it.