William Jay Smith
William Jay Smith Poems
|1.||A Pavane For The Nursery||10/2/2014|
|2.||Invitation To Ground Zero||10/2/2014|
|6.||Touch The Air Softly||10/2/2014|
|8.||The Floor And The Ceiling||10/2/2014|
|12.||The World Below The Window||1/20/2003|
All night the wind swept over the house
And through our dream
Swirling the snow up through the pines,
Ruffling the white, ice-capped clapboards,
Rattling the windows,
Rustling around and below our bed
So that we rode
Over wild water
In a white ship breasting the waves.
We rode through the night
On green, marbled
Water, and, half-waking, watched
The white, eroded peaks of icebergs
Sail past our windows;
Rode out the night in that north country,
And awoke, the house buried in snow,
Perched on a
Chill promontory, a
In the ...
How rewarding to know Mr. Smith,
Whose writings at random appear!
Some think him a joy to be with
While others do not, it is clear.
His eyes are somewhat Oriental,
His fingers are notably long;
His disposition is gentle,
He will jump at the sound of a gong.