poet Randall Jarrell

Randall Jarrell

90 North

At home, in my flannel gown, like a bear to its floe,
I clambered to bed; up the globe's impossible sides
I sailed all night—till at last, with my black beard,
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  • Keith GabouryKeith Gaboury (6/10/2005 3:38:00 PM)

    Wow, that's a really depressing poem but I'm still somehow pulled towards it. I really like the line 'Where people work and suffer for the end.'

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