Randall Jarrell Black Poems

  • 1.
    A bird that I don't know,
    Hunched on his light-pole like a scarecrow,
    Looks sideways out into the wheat
    The wind waves under the waves of heat.
    ...
  • 2.
    At home, in my flannel gown, like a bear to its floe,
    I clambered to bed; up the globe's impossible sides
    I sailed all night—till at last, with my black beard,
    My furs and my dogs, I stood at the northern pole.
    ...
  • 3.
    Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up
    In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances,
    The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ashes
    Draw over an old ember --as the mother
    ...
  • 4.
    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.
    ...
  • 5.
    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
    ...
  • 6.
    The saris go by me from the embassies.

    Cloth from the moon. Cloth from another planet.
    They look back at the leopard like the leopard.
    ...
  • 7.
    I. Children's Arms

    On my way home I pass a cameraman
    On a platform on the bumper of a car
    ...
  • 8.
    I walk beside the prisoners to the road.
    Load on puffed load,
    Their corpses, stacked like sodden wood,
    Lie barred or galled with blood
    ...
Total 8 Black Poems by Randall Jarrell

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