Randall Jarrell Poems
|1.||The Bronze David of Donatello||9/30/2015|
|2.||The Lost World||2/9/2015|
|4.||Seele Im Raum||4/14/2010|
|5.||A Camp In The Prussian Forest||4/14/2010|
|6.||A Man Meets A Woman In The Street||4/14/2010|
|8.||The Orient Express||1/13/2003|
|9.||The Player Piano||1/13/2003|
|10.||The Old And The New Masters||1/13/2003|
|11.||A Country Life||1/13/2003|
|12.||The Olive Garden||1/13/2003|
|13.||Children Selecting Books In A Library||1/13/2003|
|14.||The House In The Woods||1/13/2003|
|17.||The Elementary Scene||1/13/2003|
|19.||The Black Swan||1/13/2003|
|20.||A Sick Child||1/13/2003|
|23.||Eighth Air Force||1/13/2003|
|24.||The Woman At The Washington Zoo||1/13/2003|
|25.||The Breath Of Night||1/13/2003|
|29.||The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner||1/20/2003|
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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.
The Player Piano
I ate pancakes one night in a Pancake House
Run by a lady my age. She was gay.
When I told her that I came from Pasadena
She laughed and said, "I lived in Pasadena
When Fatty Arbuckle drove the El Molino bus."
I felt that I had met someone from home.
No, not Pasadena, Fatty Arbuckle.
Who's that? Oh, something that we had in common