Randall Jarrell

Randall Jarrell (May 6, 1914 – October 14, 1965) was 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.

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    But really no one is exceptional,
    No one has anything, I’m anybody,
    I stand beside my grave
    Confused with my life, that is commonplace and solitary.
    Randall Jarrell (1914–1965)

    An object among dreams, you sit here with your shoes off
    And curl your legs up under you;
    Randall Jarrell (1914–1965)

    They said, ‘Here are the maps’; we burned the cities.
    It was not dying—no, not ever dying;
    But the night I died I dreamed that I was dead,
    And the cities said to me: ‘Why are you dying?
    We are satisfied, if you are; but why did I die?’
    Randall Jarrell (1914–1965)

    It was not dying: everybody died.
    Randall Jarrell (1914–1965)

    One year
    They sent a million here:
    Here men were drunk like water, burnt like wood.
    The fat of good
    And evil, the breast’s star of hope
    Were rendered into soap.
    Randall Jarrell (1914–1965)