John Edward Williams was an American author, editor and professor. He was best known for his novels Stoner (1965) and Augustus (1972).The latter won a U.S. National Book Award.
Williams was raised in northeast Texas. His grandparents were farmers; his stepfather was a janitor in a post office. Despite a talent for writing and acting, Williams flunked out of a local junior college after his first year. He worked with newspapers and radio stations in the Southwest for a year, then reluctantly joined the war effort by enlisting in the United States Army Air Forces early in 1942, spending two and a half years as a sergeant in India and Burma. During his enlistment, he ... more »
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John Williams Poems
Ode To The Only Girl
I've seen you many times in many places-- Theater, bus, train, or on the street; Smiling in spring rain, in winter sleet, Eyes of any hue in myriad faces;
A Benediction Of The Air
In every presence there is absence. When we're together, the spaces between Threaten to enclose our bodies
The blatant horns blare strident sound; Delighted, you laugh and seize My passive arm, but I have found Content in the harmonies.
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Ode To The Only Girl
I've seen you many times in many places--
Theater, bus, train, or on the street;
Smiling in spring rain, in winter sleet,
Eyes of any hue in myriad faces;
Midnight black, all shades of brown your hair,
Long, short, bronze or honey-fair.
Instantly have I loved, have never spoken;
Slowly a truck passed, a light changed,
A door closed--all seemingly pre-arranged--
Then you were gone forever, the spell was broken.
Ubiquitios only one, we've met before
A hundred times, and we'll meet again
As many more; in hills or forest glen,
On crowded street ...