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Randall Jarrell - The House In The Woods

At the back of the houses there is the wood.
While there is a leaf of summer left, the wood

Makes sounds I can put somewhere in my song,
Has paths I can walk, when I wake, to good

Or evil: to the cage, to the oven, to the House
In the Wood. It is a part of life, or of the story

We make of life. But after the last leaf,
The last light--for each year is leafless,

Each day lightless, at the last--the wood begins
Its serious existence: it has no path,

No house, no story; it resists comparison...
One clear, repeated, lapping gurgle, like a spoon

Or a glass breathing, is the brook,
The wood's fouled midnight water. If I walk into the wood

As far as I can walk, I come to my own door,
The door of the House in the Wood. It opens silently:

On the bed is something covered, something humped
Asleep there, awake there--but what? I do not know.

I look, I lie there, and yet I do not know.
How far out my great echoing clumsy limbs

Stretch, surrounded only by space! For time has struck,
All the clocks are stuck now, for how many lives,

On the same second. Numbed, wooden, motionless,
We are far under the surface of the night.

Nothing comes down so deep but sound: a car, freight cars,
A high soft droning, drawn out like a wire

Forever and ever--is this the sound that Bunyan heard
So that he thought his bowels would burst within him?--

Drift on, on, into nothing. Then someone screams
A scream like an old knife sharpened into nothing.

It is only a nightmare. No one wakes up, nothing happens,
Except there is gooseflesh over my whole body--

And that too, after a little while, is gone.
I lie here like a cut-off limb, the stump the limb has left...

Here at the bottom of the world, what was before the world
And will be after, holds me to its back

Breasts and rocks me: the oven is cold, the cage is empty,
In the House in the Wood, the witch and her child sleep.

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Poet: Randall Jarrell
Poem: The House In The Woods
Poem of the Day: May 17 2006

Comment 6 of 6, added on April 11th, 2014 at 12:27 PM.
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NothingnessKnees buckling, plank dnneecdisg backward,Within moments examined to no avail;Yet aware of ministrations, the mindStruggled for meaning within thatTunneled world out there beyond my world.Traveling without voluntary movementToward pain delivered by those who wouldDecide my condition, ignorant to my silentScreams from inside mental walls erectedBy what had shut off that outer body.Days of negative answers calmed no nerves,Told no tales, addressed no treatment.As easily as it switched off, the bodyCame alive once more, allowing voiceTo that inner life during an immobile time.Left without reason, perched as a vultureReady to swoop down again in the future.

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