A Camp In The Prussian Forest (Randall Jarrell Poems)
I walk beside the prisoners to the road.Load on puffed load,Their corpses, stacked like sodden wood,Lie barred or galled with ...
I walk beside the prisoners to the road.Load on puffed load,Their corpses, stacked like sodden wood,Lie barred or galled with ...
About suffering, about adoration, the old masters Disagree. When someone suffers, no one else eats Or walks or opens the ...
What a girl called "the dailiness of life" (Adding an errand to your errand. Saying, "Since you're up . . ...
At the back of the houses there is the wood. While there is a leaf of summer left, the wood ...
When the swans turned my sister into a swan I would go to the lake, at night, from milking: The ...
If, in an odd angle of the hutment, A puppy laps the water from a can Of flowers, and the ...
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