Poetry - The Refugees by Randall Jarrell

Randall Jarrell was a poet who died far too young at the age of 51. There are far too many who have died at the tender age of far-too-young. Today that list grows and grows anew.This poem, entitled The Refugees and published in 1942 resonates loudly in the world that we have created or that we have allowed to be created in our name. We have not become a society overtaken by spreading apathy, we have allowed it to become the norm because to do otherwise was inconvenient. Yet I minded of the threats we have welcomed into our societies and communities. The hatred that engulfs our social dialogue is creating immeasurable inconveniences which will soon come knocking. By then our democratic laxness will receive the judgement it deserves.Randall Jarrell wrote often of war, of society and of that most intense quality, the human condition in relation to others. Over the next few weeks, I will narrate more of his work so that people can once again become familiar with him. Jarrell is one of those poets who should never be overlooked, lest he one day be forgotten. Such art should never be allowed to fall upon the ignominy of the dusty shelf.TwoandaMic clocking out!Enjoy!I welcome opinions of every kind so please come and find me on social media at:Instagram: TwoandaMicTwitter: TwoandaMic1Should I really have to ask? 😉 If you like the developing story of this social journey unfurling in my series of podcasts, feel more than free, feel partially responsible for spreading the word by subscribing and sharing and where possible, liking. It is greatly appreciated! Thank you!Oh, and if there is a possibility to do some rating, that would be nice as well. Thank you.PS. The transcript has been generated automatically and does not always reflect what has been said with 100% accuracy. I hope however that it will still provide some clarity on the content...!