Randall Jarrell Good Poems

  • 1.
    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
    ...
  • 2.
    One looks from the train
    Almost as one looked as a child. In the sunlight
    What I see still seems to me plain,
    I am safe; but at evening
    ...
  • 3.
    The spirit killeth, but the letter giveth life.
    The week is dealt out like a hand
    That children pick up card by card.
    One keeps getting the same hand.
    ...
  • 4.
    I. Children's Arms

    On my way home I pass a cameraman
    On a platform on the bumper of a car
    ...
  • 5.
    Under the separated leaves of shade
    Of the gingko, that old tree
    That has existed essentially unchanged
    Longer than any other living tree,
    ...
  • 6.
    Moving from Cheer to Joy, from Joy to All,
    I take a box
    And add it to my wild rice, my Cornish game hens.
    The slacked or shorted, basketed, identical
    ...
  • 7.
    I walk beside the prisoners to the road.
    Load on puffed load,
    Their corpses, stacked like sodden wood,
    Lie barred or galled with blood
    ...
  • 8.
    The postman comes when I am still in bed.
    "Postman, what do you have for me today?"
    I say to him. (But really I'm in bed.)
    Then he says - what shall I have him say?
    ...
  • 9.
    At the back of the houses there is the wood.
    While there is a leaf of summer left, the wood

    Makes sounds I can put somewhere in my song,
    ...
Total 9 Good Poems by Randall Jarrell

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