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
except feels free pearl united
In the United States, there one feels free . . . Except from the Americans - but every pearl has its oyster.
except feels united
In the United States, there one feels free... Except from the Americans - but every pearl has its oyster.
american-poet partisan paul review thinks
He thinks that Schiller and St Paul were just two Partisan Review editors.
equality long enough
If you've been put in your place long enough you begin to act like the place.
clothes hair naked
Both in verse and in prose [Karl] Shapiro loves, partly out of indignation and partly out of sheer mischievousness, to tell the naked truths or half-truths or quarter-truths that will make anybody's hair stand on end; he is always crying: "But he hasn't any clothes on!" about an emperor who is half the time surprisingly well-dressed.
kissing answers faces
A correct answer is like an affectionate kiss, Goethe said; a correct answer, Gertrude would have said, is like a slap in the face.
happens
Say what you like, but such things do happen - not often, but they do happen.
manners frightening
To Americans, English manners are far more frightening than none at all.
intelligent dozen honest
If we meet an honest and intelligent politician, a dozen, a hundred, we say they aren't like politicians at all, and our category of politicians stays unchanged; we know what politicians are like.
oysters pearls
Except from the Americans—but every pearl has its oyster.
crafts narrative length
The novel is a prose narrative of some length that has something wrong with it.
time real war
The real war poets are always war poets, peace or any time.
dirty past voice
The Southern past, the Southern present, the Southern future, concentrated into Gertrude's voice, 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.
voice age gertrude
Age could not wither nor custom stale her infinite monotony: in fact, neither Age nor Custom could do anything (as they said, their voices rising) with the American novelist Gertrude Johnson.