William Jay Smith


Quotations

  • ''He hangs in the hall by his black cravat,
    The ladies faint, and the children holler:
    Only my Daddy could look like that,
    And I love my Daddy like he loves his Dollar.''
    William Jay Smith (b. 1918), U.S. poet. American Primitive (l. 9-12). . . Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press.
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  • ''Not ringed but rare, not gilled but polyp-like, having sprung up
    overnight—

    These mushrooms of the gods, resembling human organs uprooted,
    rooted only on the air,''
    William Jay Smith (b. 1918), U.S. poet. Morels (l. 12-13). . . Book of Nature Poems, A. William Cole, comp. (1969) The Viking Press.
  • ''Tasting of the sweet damp woods and of the rain one inch above the meadow:

    It was like feasting upon air.''
    William Jay Smith (b. 1918), U.S. poet. Morels (l. 29-31). . . Book of Nature Poems, A. William Cole, comp. (1969) The Viking Press.
  • ''The lariat snaps; the cowboy rolls
    His pack, and mounts and rides away.
    Back to the land the cowboy goes.''
    William Jay Smith (b. 1918), U.S. poet. The Closing of the Rodeo (l. 1-3). . . New Poets of England and America. Donald Hall, Robert Pack, and Louis Simpson, eds. (1957) Meridian Books.

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Winter Morning

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.

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