Randall Jarrell
Randall Jarrell
Randall Jarrellwas an American poet, literary critic, children's author, essayist, novelist, and the 11th Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress, a position that now bears the title Poet Laureate...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth6 May 1914
CountryUnited States of America
way speak forget
a poem is, so to speak, a way of making you forget how you wrote it...
art way world
The safest way to avoid the world is through art; and the safest way to be linked to the world is through art.
way half novel
One of the most puzzling things about a novel is that "the way it really was" half the time is, and half the time isn't, the way it ought to be in the novel.
missing way our-lives
The ways we miss our lives are life.
adjusted environment president
President Robbins was so well adjusted to his environment that sometimes you could not tell which was the environment and which was President Robbins.
became clay dirty dressed future housewives pine red southern stare
The Southern past, the Southern present, the Southern future became one of red clay pine barrens, of chain-gang camps, of housewives dressed in flour sacks who stare all day dully down into dirty sinks.
american-poet partisan paul review thinks
He thinks that Schiller and St Paul were just two Partisan Review editors.
except feels united
In the United States, there one feels free... Except from the Americans - but every pearl has its oyster.
entertain home life rest
It is better to entertain an idea than to take it home to live with you for the rest of your life
blind date stood
The blind date that has stood you up: your life.
obvious
One of the most obvious facts about grown-ups, to a child, is that they have forgotten what it is like to be a child.
ball belly black death dream fell flak fur miles nightmare six until washed wet woke
The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner. From my mother's sleep, I fell into the State, and I hunched in its belly until 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.
except feels free pearl united
In the United States, there one feels free . . . Except from the Americans - but every pearl has its oyster.
speak
We are all so to speak intellectuals about something.