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Randall Jarrell

(May 6, 1914 – October 14, 1965 / Nashville)

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
25. The Refugees 1/13/2003
26. The Woman At The Washington Zoo 1/13/2003
27. Well Water 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,

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