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Randall had a great flair for the poetry of desperation.
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John Crowe Ransom, "The Rugged Way of Genius," in Randall Jarrell, 1914-1965 (1967) edited by Robert Lowell, Peter Taylor and Robert Penn Warren, p. 160

 

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