Randall Jarrell Poems
|1.||The Breath Of Night||1/13/2003|
|2.||The Black Swan||1/13/2003|
|5.||The Player Piano||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|
|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|
|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|
|28.||The Lost World||2/9/2015|
|29.||The Bronze David of Donatello||9/30/2015|
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 ...
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