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Randall Jarrell Quotes

Human life without some form of poetry is not human life but animal existence.

"Poetry and the Age" by Randall Jarrell, Vintage paperback, (p. 22), 1955.

The ways we miss our lives are life.

Randall Jarrell, Mary Jarrell (1985). “Randall Jarrell's letters: an autobiographical and literary selection”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt (HMH)

If wishes were stories, beggars would read.

Randall Jarrell (1965). “A sad heart at the supermarket: essays & fables”

Pain comes from the darkness. And we call it wisdom. It is pain.

Randall Jarrell, Mary Jarrell (1985). “Randall Jarrell's letters: an autobiographical and literary selection”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt (HMH)

A poem is, so to speak, a way of making you forget how you wrote it.

Randall Jarrell (1965). “A sad heart at the supermarket: essays & fables”

We can't tell our life from our wish

Randall Jarrell, “A Man Meets A Woman In The Street”

We are all so to speak intellectuals about something.

Randall Jarrell (1965). “A sad heart at the supermarket: essays & fables”

The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.

Randall Jarrell (1965). “A sad heart at the supermarket: essays & fables”

our quarrels with the world are like our quarrels with God: no matter how right we are, we are wrong.

Randall Jarrell (1965). “A sad heart at the supermarket: essays & fables”

Read at whim! Read at whim!

"A Sad Heart at the Supermarket: Essays & Fables" by Randall Jarrell, (pp. 112-113), 1962.

there is in this world no line so bad that someone won't someday copy it.

"Kipling, Auden & Co: Essays and Reviews 1935-1964". Book by Randall Jarrell, "The Profession of Poetry" (p. 165), 1980.

The novel is a prose narrative of some length that has something wrong with it.

"The Rumpus mini-interview project #102: Max Winter". Interview with Maria Anderson, therumpus.net. September 21, 2017.

It is always hard for poets to believe that one says their poems are bad not because one is a fiend but because their poems are bad.

Randall Jarrell, Mary Jarrell (1985). “Randall Jarrell's letters: an autobiographical and literary selection”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt (HMH)