Randall Jarrell Poems
|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|
|8.||Eighth Air Force||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|
|27.||The Woman At The Washington Zoo||1/13/2003|
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