William De Witt Snodgrass
William De Witt Snodgrass Poems
- April Inventory The green catalpa tree has turned All white;...
- Heart's Needle Child of my winter, born When the new fallen ...
- Mementos, 1 Sorting out letters and piles of my old ...
- Monet: “les Nymphéas” The eyelids glowing, some chill ...
- After Experience Taught Me ... After experience taught me ...
- 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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The green catalpa tree has turned
All white; the cherry blooms once more.
In one whole year I haven't learned
A blessed thing they pay you for.
The blossoms snow down in my hair;
The trees and I will soon be bare.
The trees have more than I to spare.
The sleek, expensive girls I teach,
Younger and pinker every year,
Bloom gradually out of reach.
The pear tree lets its petals drop
Like dandruff on a tabletop.
The girls have grown so young by now
I have to nudge myself to stare.
This year they smile and mind me how
My teeth are falling with my...