Poems of Randall Jarrell
|21.||The Old And The New Masters||1/13/2003|
|22.||The Olive Garden||1/13/2003|
|23.||The Orient Express||1/13/2003|
|24.||The Player Piano||1/13/2003|
|26.||The Woman At The Washington Zoo||1/13/2003|
The Black Swan
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
And inside there was darkness, the stars and the moon.
Out on the lake, a girl would laugh.
"Sister, here is your porridge, sister,"
I would call; and the reeds would whisper,