Poems by Randall Jarrell
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Children Selecting Books In A Library
... another's Impossibilities, still unbelieved in, for our own ...
The Breath Of Night
... Here too, though death is hushed, though joy ...
Well Water
... Pumped from an old well at the bottom of the world ...
Mail Call
... One skates like a stone into a beam, falls like a bird ...
The Elementary Scene
... The dark where the flushed child struggles into sleep) ...
The House In The Woods
... And will be after, holds me to its backBreasts and rocks me: the oven is cold, the cage is empty, ...
The Orient Express
... A path through a wood all full of lives, and the train ...
The Old And The New Masters
... St. Irene's Hands are spread in the gesture of the Madonna, ...
Jerome
... He holds in his left handThe stone with which he beats his breat, and holds ...
Seele im Raum
... “This is an antimacassar that I grew from seed,&rdquo ...
A Man Meets A Woman In The Street
... that she doesn't like Elektra, someone to start on Proust with ...
A Camp In The Prussian Forest
... The boughs sigh, mile on green, calm, breathing mile, ...
The Bronze David Of Donatello
... somehow, by the fingers, The sword alien, somehow, to the hand ...
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