Poems by Randall Jarrell
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The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner
... When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose ...
Hope
... The spirit killeth, but the letter giveth life ...
Losses
... ) In our new planes, with our new crews, we bombed ...
The Olive Garden
... (Rainer Maria Rilke)He went up under the gray leaves ...
A Sick Child
... Then he tells me there are letters saying everything ...
Eighth Air Force
... And give up these to them: Behold the man!I have suffered, in a dream, because of him, ...
The Woman At The Washington Zoo
... Oh, bars of my own body, open, open!The world goes by my cage and never sees me ...
Cinderella
... And breathed, "Bewitching!" Breathed, "I am bewitched!" ...
The Refugees
... What else are their lives but a journey to the vacant ...
The Black Swan
... " My legs were all hard and webbed, and the silkyHairs of my wings sank away like stars ...
90 North
... I see at last that all the knowledgeI wrung from the darknessthat the darkness flung me ...
Next Day
... I am afraid Only that it will change, as I am changing:I am afraid, this morning, of my face ...
A Country Life
... The bowed and weathered heads above the denim ...
The Player Piano
... no rolls. She told me her house was the first Pancake HouseEast of the Mississippi, and I showed her ...
Gunner
... And the fighters rolled into the tracer like rabbits, ...
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