Randall Jarrell
Well Water by Randall Jarrell

Well Water by Randall Jarrell

What a girl called "the dailiness of life" (Adding an errand to your errand. Saying, "Since you're up . . ." Making you a means to A means to a means to) is well water Pumped ...

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The Death Of The Ball  Turret Gunner by Randall Jarrell

The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner by Randall Jarrell

From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,I woke to black flak and the ...

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The Breath Of Night by Randall Jarrell

The Breath Of Night by Randall Jarrell

The moon rises. The red cubs rollingIn the ferns by the rotten oakStare over a marsh and a meadowTo the farm's white wisp of smoke.A spark burns, high in heaven.Deer thread the ...

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The Woman At The Washington Zoo by Randall Jarrell

The Woman At The Washington Zoo by Randall Jarrell

The saris go by me from the embassies.Cloth from the moon. Cloth from another planet. They look back at the leopard like the leopard.And I. . . . this print of ...

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Losses by Randall Jarrell

Losses by Randall Jarrell

It was not dying: everybody died. It was not dying: we had died before In the routine crashes-- and our fields Called up the papers, wrote home to our folks, And the rates rose, ...

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Mail Call by Randall Jarrell

Mail Call by Randall Jarrell

The letters always just evade the handOne skates like a stone into a beam, falls like a bird.Surely the past from which the letters riseIs waiting in the future, past the ...

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Jerome by Randall Jarrell

Jerome by Randall Jarrell

Each day brings its toad, each night its dragon.Der heilige Hieronymus--his lion is at the zoo--Listens, listens. All the long, soft, summer dayDreams affright his couch, the deep ...

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The House In The Woods by Randall Jarrell

The House In The Woods by Randall Jarrell

At the back of the houses there is the wood.While there is a leaf of summer left, the woodMakes sounds I can put somewhere in my song,Has paths I can walk, when I wake, to goodOr ...

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Gunner by Randall Jarrell

Gunner by Randall Jarrell

Did they send me away from my cat and my wifeTo a doctor who poked me and counted my teeth,To a line on a plain, to a stove in a tent?Did I nod in the flies of the schools?And the ...

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90 North by Randall Jarrell

90 North by Randall Jarrell

At home, in my flannel gown, like a bear to its floe,I clambered to bed; up the globe's impossible sidesI sailed all night—till at last, with my black beard,My furs and my dogs, I ...

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The Old And The New Masters by Randall Jarrell

The Old And The New Masters by Randall Jarrell

About suffering, about adoration, the old masters Disagree. When someone suffers, no one else eats Or walks or opens the window--no one breathes As the sufferers watch the ...

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A Sick Child by Randall Jarrell

A Sick Child by Randall Jarrell

The postman comes when I am still in bed."Postman, what do you have for me today?"I say to him. (But really I'm in bed.)Then he says - what shall I have him say?"This letter says ...

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Hope by Randall Jarrell

Hope by Randall Jarrell

The spirit killeth, but the letter giveth life.The week is dealt out like a handThat children pick up card by card.One keeps getting the same hand.One keeps getting the same ...

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The Olive Garden by Randall Jarrell

The Olive Garden by Randall Jarrell

(Rainer Maria Rilke)He went up under the gray leavesAll gray and lost in the olive landsAnd laid his forehead, gray with dust,Deep in the dustiness of his hot hands.After ...

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Cinderella by Randall Jarrell

Cinderella by Randall Jarrell

Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances, The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ashes Draw over an old ember --as the mother In a jug of ...

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The Black Swan by Randall Jarrell

The Black Swan by Randall Jarrell

When the swans turned my sister into a swan I would go to the lake, at night, from milking:The sun would look out through the reeds like a swan, A swan's red beak; and the beak ...

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Eighth Air Force by Randall Jarrell

Eighth Air Force by Randall Jarrell

If, in an odd angle of the hutment,A puppy laps the water from a canOf flowers, and the drunk sergeant shavingWhistles O Paradiso!--shall I say that manIs not as men have said: a ...

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A Country Life by Randall Jarrell

A Country Life by Randall Jarrell

A bird that I don't know,Hunched on his light-pole like a scarecrow,Looks sideways out into the wheatThe wind waves under the waves of heat.The field is yellow as egg-bread ...

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Next Day by Randall Jarrell

Next Day by Randall Jarrell

Moving from Cheer to Joy, from Joy to All,I take a boxAnd add it to my wild rice, my Cornish game hens.The slacked or shorted, basketed, identicalFood-gathering flocksAre selves I ...

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The Orient Express by Randall Jarrell

The Orient Express by Randall Jarrell

One looks from the trainAlmost as one looked as a child. In the sunlightWhat I see still seems to me plain,I am safe; but at eveningAs the lands darken, a ...

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Children Selecting Books In A Library by Randall Jarrell

Children Selecting Books In A Library by Randall Jarrell

With beasts and gods, above, the wall is bright.The child's head, bent to the book-colored shelves,Is slow and sidelong and food-gathering,Moving in blind grace ... yet from the ...

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The Player Piano by Randall Jarrell

The Player Piano by Randall Jarrell

I ate pancakes one night in a Pancake HouseRun by a lady my age. She was gay.When I told her that I came from PasadenaShe laughed and said, "I lived in PasadenaWhen Fatty Arbuckle ...

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A Man Meets A Woman In The Street by Randall Jarrell

A Man Meets A Woman In The Street by Randall Jarrell

Under the separated leaves of shade Of the gingko, that old tree That has existed essentially unchanged Longer than any other living tree, I walk behind a woman. Her hair's coarse ...

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The Elementary Scene by Randall Jarrell

The Elementary Scene by Randall Jarrell

Looking back in my mind I can see The white sun like a tin plate Over the wooden turning of the weeds; The street jerking --a wet swing-- To end by the wall the children sang. ...

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Seele Im Raum by Randall Jarrell

Seele Im Raum by Randall Jarrell

It sat between my husband and my children. A place was set for it—a plate of greens. It had been there: I had seen it But not somehow—but this was like a dream— Not seen it so ...

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The Refugees by Randall Jarrell

The Refugees by Randall Jarrell

In the shabby train no seat is vacant.The child in the ripped maskSprawls undisturbed in the wasteOf the smashed compartment. Is their calm extravagant?They had faces and lives ...

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A Camp In The Prussian Forest by Randall Jarrell

A Camp In The Prussian Forest by Randall Jarrell

I walk beside the prisoners to the road.Load on puffed load,Their corpses, stacked like sodden wood,Lie barred or galled with bloodBy the charred warehouse. No one comes to-dayIn ...

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The Bronze David of Donatello by Randall Jarrell

The Bronze David of Donatello by Randall Jarrell

A sword in his right hand, a stone in his left hand,He is naked. Shod and naked. Hatted and naked.The ribbons of his leaf-wreathed, bronze-brimmed bonnetAre tasseled; crisped into ...

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The Lost World by Randall Jarrell

The Lost World by Randall Jarrell

I. Children's ArmsOn my way home I pass a cameramanOn a platform on the bumper of a carInside which, rolling and plunging, a comedianIs working; on one white lot I see a ...

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