"Here, the flag snaps in the glare and silence
Of the unbroken ice. I stand here,
The dogs bark, my beard is black, and I stare
At the North Pole. . .
And now what? Why, go back.
Turn as I please, my step is to the south." Randall Jarrell (1914-1965), U.S. poet, critic. 90 North (l. 9-14). . .
The Complete Poems [Randall Jarrell]. (1969; repr. 1989) Farrar, Straus and Giroux. |
"I wrung from the darknessthat the darkness flung me
Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing,
The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness
And we call it wisdom. It is pain." Randall Jarrell (1914-1965), U.S. poet, critic. 90 North (l. 30-33). . .
The Complete Poems [Randall Jarrell]. (1969; repr. 1989) Farrar, Straus and Giroux. |
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