Patrick Dumas Biography

This is one of my favorite poems by Randall Jarrell and one of my favorite poems. Analyze it line for line and read it many times over to understand each lines meaning..

From my mother's sleep I fell into the state
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze
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Ice cycles hung from my nose
hands were stuck to my gun; froze.
All alone in a storm of white
couldn't tell day from night.
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Autumn comes back around
and all the leaves fall to the ground.
The air turns cold but the sky’s still blue.
Will you fall to me as I fall to you?
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The Burning Sun came rising-
it rose into the sky.
I sat and smoked the herbs
as the birds began to fly.
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Free River flow, Free River
so cold, Free River
you’re getting old.
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