William Jay Smith

(1918 / Louisiana, USA)

The World Below The Window - Poem by William Jay Smith

The geraniums I left last night on the windowsill,
To the best of my knowledge now, are out there still,
And will be there as long as I think they will.

And will be there as long as I think that I
Can throw the window open on the sky,
A touch of geranium pink in the tail of my eye;

As long as I think I see, past leaves green-growing,
Barges moving down a river, water flowing,
Fulfillment in the thought of thought outgoing,

Fulfillment in the sight of sight replying,
Of sound in the sound of small birds southward flying,
In life life-giving, and in death undying.

[1957]


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  • Rookie Goldy Locks (12/17/2006 6:16:00 PM)

    I love this poem.
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    It is to be totally enjoyed and not examined. sjg (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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