William Jay Smith Quotes

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.
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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.
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