A man on a park bench has a lonely final look, as if to say: Reduce humanity to its ultimate particles and you end here; beyond this single separate being you cannot go. But if you look back into his life you cannot help seeing that he is separated off, not separate—is a later, singular stage of an earlier plural being. All the tongues of men were baby talk to begin with: go back far enough and which of us knew where he ended and Mother and Father and Brother and Sister began? The singular subject in its objective universe has evolved from that orginal composite entity—half subjective, half objective, having its own ways and laws and language, its own life and its own death—the family.


An Unread Book, p. 3; opening - The Third Book of Criticism (1969)

Randall Jarrell Quotes

A man on a park bench has a lonely final look, as if to say: Reduce humanity to its ultimate particles and you end here; beyond this single separate...

A man on a park bench has a lonely final look, as if to say: Reduce humanity to its ultimate particles and you end here; beyond this single separate...

A man on a park bench has a lonely final look, as if to say: Reduce humanity to its ultimate particles and you end here; beyond this single separate...

A man on a park bench has a lonely final look, as if to say: Reduce humanity to its ultimate particles and you end here; beyond this single separate...