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The House In The Woods Analysis



Author: poem of Randall Jarrell Type: poem Views: 11

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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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