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“When I was young and miserable and pretty And poor, I'd wish What all girls wish: to have a husband, A house and children. Now that I'm old, my wish Is womanish: That the boy putting groceries in my car See me.”

Quote by Randall Jarrell

Book:Selected poems
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Selected poems

This book compiles a selection of poems that showcase the depth and diversity of the author's poetic voice, exploring a range of subjects and employing different literary techniques. more

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Randall Jarrell
Randall Jarrell

Randall Jarrell was an influential American poet, born on May 6, 1914, and died on October 14, 1965. His poetry is known for its profound emotion and unique style, considered a significant representative of American poetry in the 20th century. more

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“ما دستخوش سبحه و زنار نگشتيم در حلقه ى تقليد گرفتار نگشتيم خود را به سراپرده ى خورشيد رسانديم چون شبنم گل، بار به گلزار نگشتيم در دامن خود پاى فشرديم چو مركز گرد سر هر نقطه چو پرگار نگشتيم چون خشت نهاديم به پاى خم مى سر بر دوش كسى همچو سبو بار نگشتيم ما را به زر قلب خريدند ز اخوان بر قافله از قيمت كم، بار نگشتيم چون يوسف تهمت زده، از پاكى دامن در چشم عزيزان جهان، خوار نگشتيم صد شكر كه با صد دهن شكوه درين بزم شرمنده ى بيتابى اظهار نگشتيم افسوس كه چون نخل خزان ديده درين باغ دستى نفشانديم و سبكبار نگشتيم فرياد كه سوهان سبكدست حواد شد ساده ز دندانه و هموار نگشتيم صائب مدد خلق نموديم به همت درظاهر اگر مالك دينار نگشتيم”

Poem
Author:صائب تبريزي
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“STONE Go inside a stone That would be my way. Let somebody else become a dove Or gnash with a tiger's tooth. I am happy to be a stone. From the outside the stone is a riddle: No one knows how to answer it. Yet within, it must be cool and quiet Even though a cow steps on it full weight, Even though a child throws it in a river; The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed To the river bottom Where the fishes come to knock on it And listen. I have seen sparks fly out When two stones are rubbed, So perhaps it is not dark inside after all; Perhaps there is a moon shining From somewhere, as though behind a hill— Just enough light to make out The strange writings, the star-charts On the inner walls.”

Poem
Author:Charles Simic
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