William Jay Smith
William Jay Smith Poems
- Winter Morning All night the wind swept over the house And ...
- American Primitive Look at him there in his stovepipe ...
- The World Below The Window The geraniums I left last night on...
- Mr. Smith How rewarding to know Mr. Smith, Whose writings ...
- Seal See how he dives From the rocks with a zoom! See ...
- The Toaster A silver-scaled Dragon with jaws flaming ...
- Touch The Air Softly Now touch the air softly, step gently, ...
William Jay Smith, born in April 22nd, 1918, is an American poet. He was appointed the nineteenth Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 1968 to 1970. He was born in Winnfield, Louisiana. He was brought up at Jefferson Barracks, Missouri, south of St. Louis. William Jay Smith received his A.B. and M.A. from Washington University in St. Louis, and went on with his studies at Columbia University, and Oxford University as a Rhodes Scholar. In 1947 Smith married the poet Barbara Howes, and they lived for a time in England and Italy. They had two sons, David Smith, and Gregory. They divorced in the mid-1960s. William Jay Smith was a poet in residence at Williams ... more »
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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 ...