Animals, these beings trapped As I am trapped but not, themselves, the trap, Aging, but without knowledge of their age, Kept safe here, knowing not of death, for death — Oh, bars of my own body, open, open!The world goes by my cage and never sees me.
Randall Jarrell Carolinian
Source
"The Woman at the Washington Zoo," lines 14-19
- work
- The Woman at the Washington Zoo (1960)
- year
- 1960
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“Animals, these beings trapped As I am trapped but not, thems…” Randall Jarrell. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-265807B1B0. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/265807b1b0
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