Randall Jarrell Poems
|1.||The Bronze David of Donatello||9/30/2015|
|2.||The Lost World||2/9/2015|
|4.||Seele Im Raum||4/14/2010|
|5.||A Camp In The Prussian Forest||4/14/2010|
|6.||A Man Meets A Woman In The Street||4/14/2010|
|8.||The Orient Express||1/13/2003|
|9.||The Player Piano||1/13/2003|
|10.||The Old And The New Masters||1/13/2003|
|11.||The Elementary Scene||1/13/2003|
|12.||A Country Life||1/13/2003|
|13.||The Olive Garden||1/13/2003|
|14.||Children Selecting Books In A Library||1/13/2003|
|15.||The House In The Woods||1/13/2003|
|17.||The Breath Of Night||1/13/2003|
|21.||Eighth Air Force||1/13/2003|
|22.||The Black Swan||1/13/2003|
|23.||A Sick Child||1/13/2003|
|25.||The Woman At The Washington Zoo||1/13/2003|
|29.||The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner||1/20/2003|
The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner
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 nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
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 from an old well at the bottom of the world.
The pump you pump the water from is rusty
And hard to move and absurd, a squirrel-wheel
A sick squirrel turns slowly, through the sunny
Inexorable hours. And yet sometimes