From my mothers sleep, I fell into the State. I hunched in its body till my wet fur froze. Sis miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life... When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
- Randall Jarrell
- John Crowe Ransom
- Wallace Stevens
- Robinson Jeffers
Answer
The correct answer is A) Randall Jarrell.
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