Randall Jarrell

(May 6, 1914 – October 14, 1965 / Nashville)

Randall Jarrell Poems

1. The Breath Of Night 1/13/2003
2. The Black Swan 1/13/2003
3. Well Water 1/13/2003
4. Next Day 1/13/2003
5. The Player Piano 1/13/2003
6. Mail Call 1/13/2003
7. The House In The Woods 1/13/2003
8. The Olive Garden 1/13/2003
9. Children Selecting Books In A Library 1/13/2003
10. Eighth Air Force 1/13/2003
11. The Refugees 1/13/2003
12. Cinderella 1/13/2003
13. Jerome 1/13/2003
14. The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner 1/20/2003
15. A Country Life 1/13/2003
16. The Elementary Scene 1/13/2003
17. The Orient Express 1/13/2003
18. Gunner 1/13/2003
19. Hope 1/13/2003
20. 90 North 1/1/2004
21. The Woman At The Washington Zoo 1/13/2003
22. The Old And The New Masters 1/13/2003
23. A Sick Child 1/13/2003
24. A Man Meets A Woman In The Street 4/14/2010
25. Seele Im Raum 4/14/2010
26. A Camp In The Prussian Forest 4/14/2010
27. Losses 1/13/2003
28. The Lost World 2/9/2015
29. The Bronze David of Donatello 9/30/2015
Best Poem of Randall Jarrell

The Black Swan

When the swans turned my sister into a swan
I would go to the lake, at night, from milking:
The sun would look out through the reeds like a swan,
A swan's red beak; and the beak would open
And inside there was darkness, the stars and the moon.

Out on the lake, a girl would laugh.
"Sister, here is your porridge, sister,"
I would call; and the reeds would whisper,
"Go to sleep, go to sleep, little swan."
My legs were all hard and webbed, and the silky

Hairs of my wings sank away like stars
In the ripples that ran in and out of the reeds:
I heard ...

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The Player Piano

I ate pancakes one night in a Pancake House
Run by a lady my age. She was gay.
When I told her that I came from Pasadena
She laughed and said, "I lived in Pasadena
When Fatty Arbuckle drove the El Molino bus."

I felt that I had met someone from home.
No, not Pasadena, Fatty Arbuckle.
Who's that? Oh, something that we had in common

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