20
PARTISAN REVIEW
Someone must know. The people here all say
"/don't." I dream I ask them, and I see their
Thoughts don't either, all of them are lost.
Don't signs, don't roads know any more than boys?
When I feel better, they'll wake up one day
And find my bed.'s the one that's empty.
Randall Jarrell
WINTER EVENING
In the mountains, it is said,
The deer are dying by hundreds.
We know nothing of that
In the suburbs.
The cougar,
And death by being devoured,
The snow starving and shrouding
With one econpmical gesture .
Are ancestral myth. Our
cent~
Clings to the novel.
Coffee and novels.
With all the town's usual
Stirrings muffled in snow,
The train whistles, only,
Howl against death
Over the plump white hills,
The billowing roofs-
Howllike Lear in his heartbreak,
Savage as a new myth.
Mary Barnard
