The Complete Poems by
Randall JarrellMy rating:
5 of 5 stars"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 Death of the Ball Turret Gunner' World War II poem by Randall Jarrell
This week, a prolonged comment exchange with Josh Lanyon, brought me back to my 'home base' - i.e. 20th cent...
Published on April 03, 2010 11:46