William Jay Smith

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William Jay Smith


Born
in Winnfield, Louisiana, The United States
April 22, 1918

Died
August 18, 2015

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William Jay Smith was an American poet. He was appointed the nineteenth Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 1968 to 1970.

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Ho for a Hat

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The Cherokee Lottery: A Seq...

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The Spectra Hoax

4.50 avg rating — 10 ratings — published 1966 — 6 editions
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Laughing Time: Collected No...

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Here Is My Heart: Love Poems

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Birds and Beasts

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Poems From France

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My Friend Tom: The Poet-Pla...

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The World below the Window:...

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Army Brat: A Memoir

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“[The Toaster]
A silver-scaled dragon with jaws flaming red
sits at my elbow and toasts my bread.
I hand him fat slices, then one by one
he hands them back when he sees they are done.”
William Jay Smith

“The Girl in the Black Raincoat"

Thinking of you this evening,
I think of mystery;
I think of umbrellas of crystal
Shading a cinnamon sea;
I think of swallow-tailed shadows
Enveloping history;
And the past becomes the future,
And the present is yet to be;
And life is a rain-swept mirror
Through which perpetually
A girl with bright hair flowing,
Dappled dark coat blowing,
Into the unknown, knowing
Walks with me.”
William Jay Smith, The World below the Window: Poems 1937-1997

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