His eye a ring inside a ring inside a ring That leers up, joyless, vile, in meek obscenity — This is the devil. Flesh to flesh, he bleats The herd back to the pit of being.
Randall Jarrell Carolinian
Source
"The Knight, Death and the Devil," lines 17-20
- work
- The Seven-League Crutches (1951)
- year
- 1951
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“His eye a ring inside a ring inside a ring That leers up, jo…” Randall Jarrell. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-09FBB4AE1A. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/09fbb4ae1a
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