Randall Jarrell
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- Goethe's Faust
- The Woman at the Washington Zoo
- anton chekhov
- The Animal Family by Randall Jarrell (1997-01-03)
- Selected Poems of William Carlos Williams
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5 total works indexed
- PROTEIN MEASUREMENT WITH THE FOLIN PHENOL REAGENT
· 1951 · cited 249,237x
- The Sequence of the Human Genome
· 2001 · cited 10,202x
- A comparative risk assessment of burden of disease and injury attributable to 67 risk factors and risk factor clusters in 21 regions, 1990–2010: a systematic analysis for the Global Burden of Disease Study 2010
· 2012 · cited 9,263x
- Primer-Directed Enzymatic Amplification of DNA with a Thermostable DNA Polymerase
· 1988 · cited 8,658x
- Global burden of 87 risk factors in 204 countries and territories, 1990–2019: a systematic analysis for the Global Burden of Disease Study 2019
· 2020 · cited 8,004x
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Quotes
- “I see at last that all the knowledgeI wrung from the darkness — that the darkness flung me — Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing, The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness And we call it wisdom. It is pain.”
- “The nurse is the night To wake to, to die in: and the day I live, The world and its life are her dreams.”
- “And the world said, Child, you will not be missed. You are cheaper than a wrench, your back is a road; Your death is a table in a book. You had our wit, our heart was sealed to you: Man is the judgment of the world.”
- “From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.”
- “For this last savior, man, I have lied as I lie now. But what is lying? Men wash their hands in blood, as best they can: I find no fault in this just man.”
- “We read our mail and counted up our missions — In bombers named for girls, we burned The cities we had learned about in school — Till our lives wore out; our bodies lay among The people we had killed and never seen. When we lasted long enough they gave us medals; When we died they said, "Our casualties were low." They said, "Here are the maps"; we burned the cities.”
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