Randall Jarrell

(May 6, 1914 – October 14, 1965 / Nashville)

Randall Jarrell Poems

1. 90 North 1/1/2004
2. A Camp In The Prussian Forest 4/14/2010
3. A Country Life 1/13/2003
4. A Man Meets A Woman In The Street 4/14/2010
5. A Sick Child 1/13/2003
6. Children Selecting Books In A Library 1/13/2003
7. Cinderella 1/13/2003
8. Eighth Air Force 1/13/2003
9. Gunner 1/13/2003
10. Hope 1/13/2003
11. Jerome 1/13/2003
12. Losses 1/13/2003
13. Mail Call 1/13/2003
14. Next Day 1/13/2003
15. Seele Im Raum 4/14/2010
16. The Black Swan 1/13/2003
17. The Breath Of Night 1/13/2003
18. The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner 1/20/2003
19. The Elementary Scene 1/13/2003
20. The House In The Woods 1/13/2003
21. The Lost World 2/9/2015
22. The Old And The New Masters 1/13/2003
23. The Olive Garden 1/13/2003
24. The Orient Express 1/13/2003
25. The Player Piano 1/13/2003
26. The Refugees 1/13/2003
27. The Woman At The Washington Zoo 1/13/2003
28. Well Water 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Randall Jarrell

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.

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The Black Swan

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 would open
And inside there was darkness, the stars and the moon.

Out on the lake, a girl would laugh.
"Sister, here is your porridge, sister,"
I would call; and the reeds would whisper,

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