William De Witt Snodgrass
William De Witt Snodgrass Poems
- Heart's Needle Child of my winter, born When the new fallen ...
- April Inventory The green catalpa tree has turned All white;...
- Monet: “les Nymphéas” The eyelids glowing, some chill ...
- After Experience Taught Me ... After experience taught me ...
- Mementos, 1 Sorting out letters and piles of my old ...
- Nightwatchman's Song What’s unseen may not exist— Or so ...
- Sitting Outside These lawn chairs and the chaise lounge of ...
William De Witt Snodgrass was an American poet who also wrote under the pseudonym S. S. Gardons. He won the 1960 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.
W. D. Snodgrass was born on January 5, 1926 in Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania; the family lived in Wilkinsburg, but drove to Beaver Falls for his birth since his grandfather was a doctor in the town. Eventually the family moved to Beaver Falls and Snodgrass graduated from the local high school in 1943. He then attended Geneva College until 1944 and had an offer from the Juilliard School for admission because of his musical abilities on the timpani, but he was drafted into the United States Navy before he could accept. After ... more »
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Child of my winter, born
When the new fallen soldiers froze
In Asia's steep ravines and fouled the snows,
When I was torn
By love I could not still,
By fear that silenced my cramped mind
To that cold war where, lost, I could not find
My peace in my will,
All those days we could keep
Your mind a landscape of new snow
Where the chilled tenant-farmer finds, below,
His fields asleep
In their smooth covering, white
As quilts to warm the resting bed
Of birth or pain, spotless as paper spread
For me to write,
And thinks: Here lies ...