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I Children's Arms	A
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On my way home I pass a cameraman	B
On a platform on the bumper of a car	C
Inside which rolling and plunging a comedian	B
Is working on one white lot I see a star	C
Stumble to her igloo through the howling gale	D
Of the wind machines On Melrose a dinosaur	E
And pterodactyl with their immense pale	D
Papier m ch smiles look over the fence	F
Of The Lost World	G
Whispering to myself the tale	D
These shout done with my schoolwork I commence	F
My real life my arsenal my workshop	H
Opens and in impotent omnipotence	I
I put on the helmet and the breastplate Pop	H
Cut out and soldered for me Here is the shield	J
I sawed from beaver board and painted here on top	H
The bow that only Odysseus can wield	J
And eleven vermilion ringed goose feathered arrows	K
The twelfth was broken on the battlefield	J
When searching among snap beans and potatoes	K
I stepped on it Some dry weeds a dead cane	L
Are my spears The knife on the bureau's	K
My throwing knife the small unpainted biplane	L
Without wheels that so often helped by human hands	M
Has taken off from landed on the counterpane	L
Is my Spad	J
O dead list that misunderstands	M
And laughs at and lies about the new live wild	J
Loves it lists that sets upright in the sands	M
Of age in which nothing grows where all our friends are old	J
A few dried leaves marked THIS IS THE GREENWOOD	J
O arms that arm for a child's wars the child	J
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And yet they are good if anything is good	J
Against his enemies Across the seas	N
At the bottom of the world where Childhood	J
Sits on its desert island with Achilles	N
And Pitamakan the White Blackfoot	J
In the black auditorium my heart at ease	N
I watch the furred castaways the seniors put	J
A play on every spring tame their wild beasts	O
Erect their tree house Chatting over their fruit	J
Their coconuts they relish their stately feasts	O
The family's servant their magnanimous	P
Master now rules them by right Nature's priests	O
They worship at Nature's altar when with decorous	P
Affection the Admirable Crichton	L
Kisses a girl like a big Wendy all of us	P
Squirm or sit up in our seats Undone	L
When an English sail is sighted the prisoners	Q
Escape from their Eden to the world the real one	L
Where servants are servants masters masters	Q
And no one's magnanimous The lights go on	L
And we go off robbed of our fruit our furs	Q
The island that the children ran is gone	L
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The island sang to me Believe Believe	R
And didn't I know a lady with a lion	L
Each evening as the sun sank didn't I grieve	R
To leave my tree house for reality	J
There was nothing there for me to disbelieve	R
At peace among my weapons I sit in my tree	J
And feel Friday night then Saturday then Sunday	J
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I'm dreaming of a wolf as Mama wakes me	J
And a tall girl who is outside it's gray	J
I can't remember I jump up and dress	S
We eat in the lighted kitchen And what is play	J
For me for them is habit Happiness	P
Is a quiet presence breathless and familiar	T
My grandfather and I sit there in oneness	P
As the Sunset bus lit by the lavender	T
And rose of sunrise takes us to the dark	U
Echoing cavern where Pop a worker	T
Works for our living As he rules a mark	U
A short square pencil in his short square hand	J
On a great sheet of copper I make some remark	U
He doesn't hear In that hard maze in that land	J
That grown men live in in the world of work	V
He measures shears solders and I stand	J
Empty handed watching him I wander into the murk	V
The naked light bulbs pierce the workmen making something	W
Say something to the boy in his white shirt I jerk	V
As the sparks fly at me The man hammering	W
As acid hisses and the solder turns to silver	T
Seems to me a dwarf hammering out the Ring	W
In the world under the world The hours blur	T
Bored and not bored I bend things out of lead	J
I wash my smudged hands as my grandfather	T
Washes his black ones with their gritty soap ahead	J
Past their time clock their pay window is the blue	X
And gold and white of noon The sooty thread	J
Up which the laborers feel their way into	X
Their wives and houses is money the fact of life	Y
The secret the grown ups share is what to do	X
To make money The husband Adam Eve his wife	Y
Have learned how not to have to do without	J
Till Santa Claus brings them their Boy Scout knife	Y
Nor do they find things in dreams carry a paper route	J
Sell Christmas seals	Z
Starting his Saturday his Sunday	J
Pop tells me what I love to hear about	J
His boyhood in Shelbyville I play	J
What he plays hunt what he hunts remember	T
What he remembers it seems to me I could stay	J
In that dark forest lit by one fading ember	T
Of his campfire forever But we're home	A2
I run in love to each familiar member	T
Of this little state clustered about the Dome	A2
Of St Nicholas this city in which my rabbit	J
Depends on me and I on everyone this first Rome	A2
Of childhood so absolute in every habit	J
That when we hear the world our jailor say	J
'Tell me art thou a Roman ' the time we inhabit	J
Drops from our shoulders and we answer 'Yea	B2
I stand at Caesar's judgment seat I appeal	C2
Unto Caesar '	-
I wash my hands Pop gives his pay	J
Envelope to Mama we sit down to our meal	C2
The phone rings Mrs Mercer wonders if I'd care	D2
To go to the library That would be ideal	C2
I say when Mama lets me I comb my hair	D2
And find the four books I have out The Food	J
Of the Gods was best Liking that world where	D2
The children eat and grow giant and good	J
I swear as I've often sworn 'I'll never forget	J
What it's like when I've grown up ' A prelude	J
By Chopin hammered note by note like alphabet	J
Blocks comes from next door It's played with real feeling	W
The feeling of being indoors practicing 'And yet	J
It's not as if ' a gray electric stealing	W
To the curb on silent wheels has come and I	E2
See on the back seat sight more appealing	W
Than any human sight my own friend Lucky	J
Half wolf half police dog And he can play the piano	L
Play that he does that is and jump so high	E2
For a ball that he turns a somersault 'Hello '	-
I say to the lady and hug Lucky In my	E2
Talk with the world in which it tells me what I know	L
And I tell it 'I know ' how strange that I	E2
Know nothing and yet it tells me what I know	L
I appreciate the animals who stand by	E2
Purring Or else they sit and pant It's so	L
So agreeable If only people purred and panted	J
So now Lucky and I sit in our row	L
Mrs Mercer in hers I take for granted	J
The tiller by which she steers the yellow roses	F2
In the bud vases the whole enchanted	J
Drawing room of our progress The glass encloses	F2
As glass does a womanish and childish	G2
And doggish universe We press our noses	F2
To the glass and wish the angel and devilfish	G2
Floating by on Vine on Sunset shut their eyes	F2
And press their noses to their glass and wish	G2
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II A Night with Lions	F2
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When I was twelve we'd visit my aunt's friend	J
Who owned a lion the Metro Goldwyn Mayer	T
Lion I'd play with him and he'd pretend	J
To play with me I was the real player	T
But he'd trot back and forth inside his cage	H2
Till he got bored I put Tawny in the prayer	D2
I didn't believe in not at my age	H2
But said still just as I did everything in fours	F2
And gave to Something on the average	I2
One cookie out of three And by my quartz my ores	F2
My wood with the bark on it from the Petrified	J
Forest I put his dewclaw	J2
Now the lion roars	F2
His slow comfortable roars I lie beside	J
My young tall brown aunt out there in the past	J
Or future and I sleepily confide	J
My dream discovery my breath comes fast	J
Whenever I see someone with your skin	L
Hear someone with your voice The lion's steadfast	J
Roar goes on in the darkness I have been	L
Asleep a while when I remember you	B2
Are you and Ta	J

Randall Jarrell

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