School Library Journal writes, "The totality charms by turns the eye, the ear, and the imagination, and as true poetry must, it satisfies the heart." (All ages) -Karin Snelson From the Back Cover: Maurice Sendak decorates more than illustrates the book with delicate, endearing pen-and-ink sketches of woodland scenes-the perfect complement to Jarrell's lyrical, philosophical, exquisitely spun fable. Children will identify with the bat-poet's struggle to be understood, and adults will revel in Jarrell's artful prose and gentle wisdom. The bat-poet attempts to sing a song like the mockingbird's, "But when he tried, his high notes were all high and the notes in between were all high," so he imitates the mockingbird's words instead, and concocts poetry about how the sun "shines like a million moons" and other daytime marvels.
But when he tries to get his bat friends to stay awake with him, they say, "Day's to sleep in." And so the sensitive bat-poet is left alone to embrace the wonders of the day, including the fascinating activities of the possums, squirrels, chipmunks, and especially the mockingbird.
One day, he discovers how amazing it is to stay awake during daylight hours, exploring things mostly unseen by standard, nocturnal bats. Although the bat-poet may look like a furry mouse with wings, he swells with an artistic sensibility. Used by permission of Mary von Schrader Jarrell.Randall Jarrell's The Bat-Poet is the story of an artist. Originally published by Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC. “Bats” by Randall Jarrell from The Complete Poems by Randall Jarrell. All the bright day, as the mother sleeps, She folds her wings about her sleeping child. Their sharp ears, their sharp teeth, their quick sharp faces Are dull and slow and mild. They hang themselves up by their toes, They wrap themselves in their brown wings. Their single shadow, printed on the moon Or fluttering across the stars, Whirls on all night at daybreak The tired mother flaps home to her rafter. Her baby drinks the milk she makes him In moonlight or starlight, in mid-air. The mother eats the moths and gnats she catches In full flight in full flight The mother drinks the water of the pond She skims across. She hears how far it is, how big it is, Which way it’s going: She lives by hearing. Her high sharp cries Like shining needlepoints of sound Go out into the night and, echoing back, Tell her what they have touched. All night, in happiness, she hunts and flies. And then the mother dances through the night Doubling and looping, soaring, somersaulting- Her baby hangs on underneath.
He clings to her long fur By his thumbs and toes and teeth. His mother makes a pocket of her tail And catches him. 1 5 10 15 20 25 30 Bats by Randall Jarrell A bat is born Naked and blind and pale. The numbers are found on the left side of the poem. Some questions may ask you about certain lines in this poem. Read the following poem about a baby bat.
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